After 45 Years, They Called My Compassion Inefficient—So I Made 22 Minutes Viral

It always does.

Different floors have different atmospheres.

Labor and delivery smells like new life and antiseptic hope.

Pediatrics smells like crayons and bravery.

Oncology smells like quiet courage and chemo nausea and prayers whispered into pillowcases.

The “transition unit” smelled like… waiting.

Like the building itself was holding its breath.

I walked continue reading …