
by Carolyn Thomas ♥ @HeartSisters
One morning during the last century, I overheard two of my hospital co-workers chatting over coffee at the hospice palliative care unit where we’d worked together for several years. They were talking about one of our colleagues who had been off work on an extended sick leave. One said to the other:
“Oh, I saw ____ the other day. She was out riding her BICYCLE!”
The way she said the word ‘bicycle’ stuck with me, tossed off with that pared down judgmental tone we use when what we really want to say is: “Hmph… Must be nice!” The tone somehow implied that anybody who can hop on a bike and toodle around the neighbourhood on a sunny day couldn’t be THAT sick, could they? Continue reading “When we don’t look as sick as we feel”


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