It's natural to want something difficult to end. It's natural to try to fix things. It's natural to want to feel better. But wonder drugs are not real and pretending that they are is dangerous.
After a long day of work, I was scrolling through my newsfeed on Facebook before bed (horrible habit, I know) and stumbled across the story of RaDonda Vaught. Maybe you're familiar with her, maybe you're not. In case you're not, here's the exact video that piqued my interest by Z Dogg, MD, a video/blogger physician:… Continue reading A Deadly Mistake: Thoughts on the Criminal Charges Against RaDonda Vaught
Political issues are more complex than flyers allow for, and it frustrates me when some group tries to boil my faith down to voting for a particular political party.
"...he problem with reservoirs is that they take a very long time to fill but they can be drained by one hole in the dam. The actions of one person can destroy what it took hundreds of people years to build." - James Comey
What unites us is stronger than what divides us. However, when we allow what divides us to define us, we end up hurting ourselves and our neighbor in the process.
In the case of Alfie, the question should not be "do we stop invasive care on a terminally ill toddler?" Rather, it ought to be, "do we want to be a society that stops invasive care on a terminally ill toddler because we think his life is not worth living or do we want to be a society that stops invasive care on a terminally ill toddler because his life is worth living but we recognize that our technologies cannot save him and because we respect his dignity and worth, we are going to stop invasive care because we want him to be comfortable as his body shuts down?"
"The task of medicine is to care even when it cannot cure."
Birth control and the Church famously do not get along. Everyone knows this, even down to Google. But few people are willing to ask "why?"
Though I've seen donated livers malfunction again and again due to detrimental behaviors, seeing yet another wasted, abused, mistreated donated liver is where I learned true gift.
We are each surrounded by a communion of saints, living and deceased, in our daily lives. We are never fighting the battle alone, however much it may feel like it.