A story from What We Carry
Reasons To Let Go
My colleague was away so I saw him. He was her regular patient. A simple man in his late 60s. He told me about a lump that he felt in his left side under his ribs. He was examined by my colleague a few months and nothing was found. I sent him for a scan and of course it was a cancer. On our second appointment I had to break the bad news. I told him about the cancer and his reaction was telling me of what his father did to him when he was a child. All the abuse and all the pain. I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, words were coming out differently when he was sobbing.
I had to leave that practice soon after those two consults for some personal reasons . I don’t know what happened to him. But I still think about him. His anguished voice, his tears. Cancer was an excuse to cry for himself, for his gone childhood, for how this world is unfair.
Carrying something of your own? It doesn't have to be polished. A few honest sentences is enough.