Tuesday, August 31, 2010
A doctor wrote this to me, in response to an invitation to a speaker I'm bringing to Western Mass this fall:
I have been involved with so many losses, and while I hope that I have said and done the “right” thing, I would love to hear from someone with expertise in this area to ensure that I can provide the best care possible.
Can you imagine somebody being so humbly gracious? I am so grateful for this doctor. I'd like to send this doctor flowers. I'd like to serenade this doctor. The last time I ran this training NOT ONE SINGLE DOCTOR CAME (out of 80 attendants). And so I literally almost cried when I got this e-mail.
Isn't it sad that everyone doesn't feel this way? Why does it feel like admitting defeat to some to want to know more?