My late husband’s oncologist was kind and available. I wish he hadn’t been.
My late husband’s oncologist was kind and available. I wish he hadn’t been.
By
Molly Saint-James,
an essayist.
an essayist who writes about widowhood, grief and middle age. Her work has appeared in Salon and Baltimore Weddings, and she is working on a memoir.
“My love for Randy and my professional experience were not enough to save him,” a physician writes about her husband’s suicide.
“What [Emma] said really resonated with me. I could not die before David; I needed to take care of him. But I also needed to take…
I believe in medical science, but when my husband had cancer, I found myself trying to cure him with holy water and MAHA-like…
Dear Bel, I have no idea whether you can help or advise but I am writing anyway because I so want to get this off my chest...
My three-year situationship partner went with me to my first chemo session, and helped around the house. But when my hair fell…
“I knew a question like this didn’t belong in that hospital exam room and had nothing to do with my skill as a surgeon, but it’s…
