H lost a patient to a surgical complication tonight. It is, sadly, something that will happen to even the best of surgeons once in a blue moon. He's taking it really hard (he's only lost one other patient in his whole career, and that was years ago, even though he operates 2-3 days a week). I feel terrible for the family (elderly husband, with drug-addicted adult child who has already made their "golden years" not so golden). I feel terrible for my H, I know the pain he is going through. And selfishly, I worry about the effect this will have on H's still-somewhat-present MLC. I think I should suggest he get some counseling this time around, to help him deal with it.
This transpired after I got home from a lovely evening with 3 guys I was very good friends with in high school. (The other female classmate who was supposed to be there couldn't make it because her water heater burst.) They all turned 50 this year (I'm the baby, I've got a few months to go) and I must say, I think we've all aged well. Lovely guys, funny, sweet, good people. One's just become a grandpa!
I feel guilty having such a nice evening while things were going so badly for H's patient.
