Two Drops

I wrote this piece for a blog post on KevinMD. It was originally titled “Two Drops” and then published as: “Our patients become an inextricable part of our lives”. It is the story of two drops of blood, my brown brogues, and a baby.

In the early evening, I stand in the grocery store checkout line. A young mother in front of me presses a pig-tailed toddler against her hip as she rummages for her credit card, and a man with silvered hair and a monogrammed shirt shifts impatiently behind me. As I watch the toddler, I’m hit with a twinge of nostalgia. I think of how I used to pull my daughter’s hair into uneven pigtails, of how they framed her two-toothed grin. I’d give anything to go back, for just one day, to when she was that age—to feel her small body wriggle against me and hear her emphatic voice.

Read more: https://www.kevinmd.com/blog/2021/12/our-patients-become-an-inextricable-part-of-our-lives.html