Service

One of the unsung, unmentioned perks of medical education is the access to quality experiences of service. These opportunities come in small packages, like tiny and discreet words with patients or families. And they come in larger packages related to hearing about real community needs. I had the chance for a sort of large one, more medium in scope, but VERY LARGE in effect. I helped a family clean out an apartment of a family member who died from suicide after a long, long battle with cancer, drug abuse, alcoholism, cirrhosis, pancreatitis, heart failure, kidney failure and emphysema. The physical, emotional, intellectual, and spiritual benefit of this day long effort was tremendous.

But one of the most striking elements of this event was the short list for "shopping" the deceased had created before his death. He simply wrote on a small, pink Post-it note: "comet cleaner, scrips, beef w/barley."

I've been trying to wrap my head about around the whole experience and the grateful family for stepping up when few others did except to come salvage personal belongings of the deceased.

Cleaner, drugs and soup seems to punctuate the simplicity, commonality and routine of a life in great pain, alone, struggling in the end to find a reason to live, clean the apartment and eat, until it became why bother.