Getting to work is something I always look forward to. It's not just about the paycheck or the escape from being confined at home. Going to work signifies progress, a step toward healing from my haunting past. The familiar faces at the hospital, like my colleague Mark, bring a sense of comfort and normalcy to my life. It's a sanctuary where I can focus on caring for others and momentarily escape my own inner turmoil.
As I sign in for my shift, I anticipate the day ahead. I have a patient waiting for me, someone I've been attending to for quite some time. The woman, whose memory fades with each passing day, often mistakes me for her late daughter who tragically passed away not too long ago. I empathize deeply with her pain, and my heart aches for the loss she has endured. It's a bittersweet ……
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