It’s been a tough day.
I’ve stared at those words for a while now, unable to write anything after. And while I stared, a day became days, and then a week. And now, it’s been a tough two weeks.
I pride myself in being able to sit with differing opinions, to hold two things in one hand and consider them from all angles, to weigh them both, to see the qualities inherent in both, to imagine a situation in which I might choose the one over the other. It is, after all, what I do most often as a palliative care doctor. It’s how I’ve built my life, and how I’ve raised my kids. But lately, I’ve struggled to see things from both sides.
It’s been a tough two weeks. It’s been tough watching core values, values that guide every passing second of my life, values that shape who I am as husband father doctor human, so brazenly challenged and mocked and torn down.
It’s been a tough two weeks. It’s been tough watching something I’ve dedicated my entire life to – the study of science, the belief that we as people are better for asking hard questions and relentlessly pursuing the truth even if we’re proven wrong – so brazenly challenged with little regard for consequence. It’s been tough watching something I’ve dedicated my entire life to – the empathetic and compassionate treatment of all people – so brazenly challenged. Tough watching violence condoned and bullying lauded.
And now ICE and CBP agents can enter our churches without seeking further authority. And now, too, our hospitals.
I’m all for re-evaluation of policy and restructuring and change, and I’ll be the first to agree that change is needed in our country on many levels and on both sides of the aisle. But not at such a cost, never at such a cost. Never at the cost of sacrificing values that should, and must, be universal. Respect and tolerance and equality and compassion and empathy. Life is not fiction, it is fact. Freedom is not fickle, it is doing and saying and protecting that which makes us all feel free, be free.
All of us. Together.
I’ve struggled internally with whether to post this or not: it has lived as a draft, in one form or another, for two weeks. These thoughts are my own, though I’m comforted knowing that a great many share them. At the end of the day, I reminded myself that I write for my own health, that I write because I must, that it is my way of healing and moving on. And I reminded myself that this is not a political blog, it is a health and wellness blog.
And I reminded myself that this is not a political post, it is a health and wellness post. For me, for my children, for our country, for the world.




