I Did Not Have to Fix It

Abstract

Starting with medical school and continuing with residency and fellowship, physicians are taught to mend broken bodies. We prescribe medications and do surgery to fulfill our role of healers. To an extent, it is a role with which we are comfortable. Every so often, however, we are asked to take on roles which can make some uncomfortable—listeners, confidants, and consolers. Alex’s mother challenged me, and by doing so she made me a better physician. She wanted me to continue performing the responsibilities of healer, as she simultaneously persuaded me to become a member of the family, even if a distant one. What a privilege.