I wrote this in February, 2008. Today, it still speaks very much to my feelings around my job. At the time I wrote it, I was struggling with my sense of helplessness when doing surgery on pediatric cancer patients. I've been working in Oncology on and off for thirteen years. I keep thinking I'll get better at this. Sure, my clinical skills have improved, but my skill at dealing with the stress waxes and wanes.
Right now it's waning.
Facing the Calling
So where
is my soul?
I have to wonder.
Where does it go?
In some crater deep,
so dark and lost
I can't seem to keep
a bit of me safe these days.
"Here, I'll hold your Bear
while you stay
right there."
She drifts off to terrored sleep
and we deliver the beastie.
But whose dreams do we keep?
We mark her as ours.
When she wakes
she will remember
and nothing will make
her normal.
M. Scofield 2/25/08
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