fostering the humanistic practice of medicine publishing personal accounts of illness and healing encouraging health care advocacy

fostering the humanistic practice of medicine publishing personal accounts of illness and healing encouraging health care advocacy

Polytrauma

You never knew my name. But one year later, I still remember yours.

We’re the same age, after all.

I was there, squeezing your hand, as they peeled off each of your dressings and you tried not to cry out in pain.

Were you clinging to me right then? Or was I clinging to you?

Reese A. Beard
Bethesda, Maryland

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