Reflections on Medicine & Life
What if Mom Were Alive A couple of years ago, my kids and I visited our local swimming pool on a sweltering summer day. The scent of chlorine and sunscreen swirled around. My daughter found some friends and was enjoying
I was in a psychologist’s office one cold and dark January evening. Our housekeeper/nanny was with the kids. She usually left when I finished work, but that day agreed to stay until I returned from my appointment. Still, I felt
Most people are not surprised to learn that the kids and I are in counseling since their mother, my wife Uzma, died almost a year and a half ago. Some people are, however, surprised that a psychiatrist would need counseling.
If you were my patient and you were grieving, I would comfort you. Most of the time, I would know the words to say and the ones to skip. I would help you think about loss, grief, and life in