I Miss My Family the Most During Hospital Visits

How I overcome being alone by immersing myself in nature

Yana Bostongirl
A-Culturated

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Infusion center: Image by author

If you were to observe the people in the waiting room of the Watkins Cardiovascular Clinic in Boston, you would likely see two distinct kinds. There are those fortunate enough to have a partner, family member, or caregiver to provide support during the visit. Then there are those, like myself, who patiently await our turn, pretending to be preoccupied with our smartphones or simply staring into space.

How did I arrive at this point?

Just a few years ago I was married and belonged to a huge social circle. If someone fell sick, news spread through the grapevine and soon the meal train would show up at the door.

The downside is when a couple has a falling out, the same grapevine is quick to make assumptions and judgments.

Along with my divorce, I made a conscious decision to have no contact with my former life. This wasn’t difficult, as my conservative, close-knit ethnic community had already distanced themselves from me, treating divorce as if it were contagious.

I pride myself on being fiercely independent, however, hospital visits like today are a stark reminder that I am by myself.

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Yana Bostongirl
A-Culturated

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