Writing Prompt: The Best Possible Day

Atul Gawande is one of my favorite medical writers.  His oeuvre is a great place to begin when you are interested in exploring narrative medicine because it is thoughtful and thought-provoking, but still very accessible to the modern reader.  He is the author of several books, including Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End, from which this essay is adapted.

In “The Best Possible Day,” he writes about the death of a close family friend.  He describes experiences very familiar to many of us as physicians, the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness when someone is given a terminal diagnosis.  The story, which I highly encourage you to read, ends with the friend living out her “best possible day” as she learns to accept her death and makes the most of the last 6 weeks of her life.

The prompt for this week is this:

“Write about your best possible day.”

You have 7 minutes.  See you next week.

References:

  1. Gawande, A. (2014). The Best Possible Day. [online] New York Times. Available at: https://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/05/opinion/sunday/the-best-possible-day.html %5BAccessed 27 Nov. 2019].

For those of you who would like to see my writing from last week, here it is in its unedited glory.  Seven minutes on why I am grateful to practice medicine.

Gratitude in Pediatrics

Each new baby’s
fingers and toes
Curling around my index finger,
Proof of their neuronal maturity,
A reflex.
 
But to me, it’s a handshake,
A hello.
Accompanied by a reflexive smile.
Because why not pretend it’s just for me?
And keep it in my pocket
Saved for a rainy day.
 
To watch a child grow
Is to witness a miracle.
To see myself,
A patient,
A student
Learn is to witness
That highest achievement of humanity.
 
And to share it,
Well,
Like a nursing mother,
But without the milk,
I feel the oxytocin.
 
For I nourish with knowledge,
With gentleness,
With space.
And what a blessing
To have the nourishment to give
In the first place.
 
And to be surrounded
By those with their own gifts,
Nourishing me as well.

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