Love the blast about… “you should try x…”. In my case it is usually some random book/author that the person wants to talk about. But I remind myself that neither of us know how to comfortably handle this situation, and that the person is really coming from a place of compassion and caring and that is what matters. I often feel like I’m the one giving the healing and grace.
The worst part is having a room next to the nurses station and being woken up during the 6am shift change (after a terrible night of sleep anyway), to hear the 20 somethings discuss their wedding plans, pregnancies, and fabulous vacations they are going on.
