Here, I write about chronic illness, medicine, faith, healing, identity, and the messy work of finding our way back to ourselves—with hope for anyone wondering what might still be possible.
Imagine this: a doctor walking out of the hospital, not knowing what comes next. Halfway through my fellowship in pediatric palliative care, I had a patient encounter that left me shaken to my core. My patient was dying from a bowel disorder. Like me, he depended on IV nutrition to stay alive. It was keeping him alive, but it wasn’t considered a long-term solution. That day, the attending told his family he had “a few years at best.” I still remember those words more than fiv
