Some days, you wonder if you are doing enough, caring enough, loving enough.
You go to rounds and hear things like doctors don’t care or don’t spend enough time with patients. And you sit there wondering how you can do more. Because maybe, just maybe, they could be right.
You spend time researching to help someone. You talk someone through even the simple things. Sometimes you just make small talk because it seems right. You stay late. You go in early. You think about them when you are home.
Then, someone you cared for dies. And you get a big, tearful bear hug from the most challenging family member.
Suddenly, it is all worth it. Suddenly, I believe it might just be enough. Suddenly, I remember God put me here for a reason.