Caleb
I catalogued it the way I catalogued everything, methodically, clinically, as though careful documentation might somehow make the problem more manageable. Thoughts of Becky during rounds, unrelated entirely to Micah's care. Her name appearing in my head during conversations that had nothing to do with either of them. The particular ache in my chest whenever I imagined the day Micah's treatment concluded and I no longer had professional justification for spending as much time at that estate as I currently did.
It was, by any reasonable clinical standard, a problem. I'd built my entire career around maintaining strict boundaries between my professional obligations and my personal life, understood implicitly, the way every good pediatric oncologist eventually had to understand, that l
