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 Op Note XXXIShe kept coming back I kept operating on herCutting away scar  Chiseling bowels free She said it made her feel betterBut only for a whileThen it was back again.  This time I had nothing left to offerShe needed words To heal old traumaAnd I exist as a man of actionIt ’s hard to say no When there are things I think I can do To make you feel better I ’ve always experienced stillnessAs a form of failure If there was nothing to doHow would she ever heal?But I ’m bereft of ideas nowI ’ve run out of toolsThe only thing I could doWas to tell her what she felt was real11/18/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - November 18, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs