"Everywhere I look is death. For a while this view had subsided, but it is now all I see. I go to school to have my patients die, I come home to have a relative die. I get a call that says an uncle is almost dead, and I hear by word of mouth that friends have lost a loved one. Where death isn't, sickness is. Deterioration, pain, confusion, grief, is there nothing else? Though the people are different, the emotions are too familiar, once again raw not only for me, but for those I am around. The memories of losses past are brought back strong with similarities in the deaths of the recent. There...