Bearing Witness to Grief.

Abstract

Minutes after starting my family medicine rotation, my first patient crumpled before my eyes. She shared a story of anguish and worry, overwhelmed with the grief of her partner's unexpected death and consequential housing instability. As a medical student, I both underestimated and was underprepared for the pain of facing patients experiencing life-changing loss. It is one thing to read about structural trauma and deeply embedded inequalities; it is another to look into the eyes of the patients whose families are, in part, shaped by them. In this essay, I grapple with a myriad of emotions on my first day of family medicine-and contemplate the courage required to show up, wholeheartedly, for our patients.