Like Jesus, I wept.

It was one of the few times I have wept over others’ misfortunes – especially my patients.

I went into a closet to weep very bitter tears.

The thought of others seeing me so heartbroken was unconscionable, one which I simply could not bear.

Why?

For just one moment… forget about what Jesus would do.

Today was a good day at work.

I cried.

The last time I recollect crying at work was at least 6 or more years ago when a patient of mine – a young black male, who was his mother’s only son – had been murdered, and as I looked into her bloodshot, tired, hollow, intently peering and watery eyes, volumes were communicated though we neither said a word.

I couldn’t bear her gaze, and after what seemed ages, I averted my eyes, and departed behind a nearby curtain in the Trauma ICU to cry. There, my tears flowed like twin rivers, swollen by a storm, albeit an emotional one, which was joined by the two smaller tributaries of my nostrils. Gazing over the city from atop the 11th story of the teaching hospital through tear-drenched eyes, I wondered… was this what dear Mother Mary felt like when she gazed upon her only son as he hung from that cross?

Today, I wept for

Oral Sex Culprit in Oral, Heck & Neck Cancers

From a purely physiological perspective, to prevent many – if not most – sexually transmitted diseases, it seems to me that in conjunction with vaccinations, inoculations and secondary or tertiary treatment, that it is equally important to somehow, some way, apply a modicum of SELF CONTROL must be re-instilled in our minds, and among our younger generation. Part of the reason why, is that the vaccination is NOT effective against ALL strains of HPV. It is only effective against FOUR of 200 known types of HPV – that’s 2%.

Let’s put this in perspective.

If you owned a car and knew or suspected that a unrepairable major malfunction or failure were to occur – such as with the engine, transmission or electrical system – if you were to treat it a certain way, and that by