As I was driving to the hospital on Sunday morning, I was taken by how the snow looked - the sun was bright, the sky blue and the pine boughs were draped to the ground. It made me feel fortunate.
All is good and as it should be
I had a patient that related how she met her husband in 1946 at a swimming hole. He was a young soldier and looked "quite handsome", she said. They danced that night at the Boom-Boom Club on the Northside and fell in love.
There was a blockage (likely a clot) in a leg vein and her foot was without sensation - cold and turning blue. She talked about how much she loved her husband.
I left the room with wet eyes but... all is good and as it should be, in contrast.