This morning the mist hangs heavy outside. In its wake, last night’s thundershower left a detached coolness in the air, and with the coolness came the fog. Shrouded in mist, the maples in the backyard stand silhouetted in the early morning light.
I take another sip of coffee and recall the words of yesterday’s e-mail: “My father will be having heart surgery tomorrow morning to replace a damaged aortic valve and repair the mitral valve.”
Interested readers can now access my latest Humane Medicine column, An early morning mist and the wing of a prayer, recently published in the Journal of the American Academy of Physician Assistants.