Note - all patient info is fictional. Resemblance is coincidental. The Dark Spot I don’t even really remember when it started. It didn’t really just start …it more crept towards and over me. I guess I’m really still coming to terms with who I am now. Writing that out makes a pretty big impact on me, actually realizing that who I was before is gone now by no choice of my own. I used to love my garden. Lilacs, roses and especially orchids. I would spend hours with my grandkids in my yard, pausing from working in the soil to run and play. Just last week, my grandson graduated from middle school – it was wonderful to see him cross the stage, his head bobbing above the audience ahead of me as I sat in my chair. The world is a different place when you’re seated. My coworkers and I used to go out and dance after a long week, celebrating another week of prosperity and the coming weekend. Sometimes my friends would tag along, and we b...
Ramblings of a starry eyed medical student