There are certain days when my job sucks. These are the days when I have to deal with sick ungrateful people. So pretty much every day, I get to hate my job. These are the days I wish "natural selection" would select more broadly.
And then, there are moments. Rare shining moments which restores my faith and purpose. Moments which remind me how priviledged I am to be a witness. Today was such a day. We transplanted a heart today.
The recipient was a man in his late twenties who suffered from congenital heart failure. His wish for his new heart was to father a child with his lovely wife. Poignantly, a broken-hearted thirty-five-year-old man on the other side of town made it possible by taking matters in his own hand, by his own hand...
In death a broken heart heals another so that love can bring life. Poetic.
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Salut Angela,
C'est vraiment poetic, j'adore prendre de vos nouvelles de cette façon
Au plaisir de se revoir
François G. Sherbrooke
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