This is the last paragraph of an article I just read…
“What can one do? Go home, love your children, try not to bicker, eat well, walk in the rain, feel the sun on your face and laugh loud and often, as much as possible, and especially at yourself. Because the only antidote to death is not poetry, or drama, or miracle drugs, or a roomful of technical expertise and good intentions. The antidote to death is life.”
If you are brave and/or curious as to what the other 26 paragraphs were that led to this conclusion go here:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/09/health/09case.html?ref=health
WARNING: It ain’t pretty and it explains why I’ll never work at the bedside again…
