Our Real Work
On Saturday night, I evaluated a girl with concern for a nasal foreign body. "She can't breathe," said her mother. I explained that her nasal turbinates were swollen. "She still can't breathe," said her mother. I wasn't sure what she was more afraid of-- Coronavirus, or raising her child in the current climate. I gave her Nasonex, it was all I had. There is so much more healing for us to do.
Thank you to Dr. Jerry Loughlin, our Chief of Pediatrics, and Dr. Joy Howell, Pediatric Critical Care Physician and Vice Chair for Diversity for sharing this poem.
Our Real Work
by Wendell Berry
It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.
