“I’m having flashbacks to the Boston Marathon bombing,” my daughter said.
She was a newly minted physician on the day the bombs went off seven years ago, when the police rolled a man on a stretcher into her hospital’s emergency department. His blood had spilled onto the floor and someone began to wipe it away.
“Don’t bother,” the officer said, “there is a lot more where that came from.” When she tells that story, my daughter always mentions the dread she felt. How many more victims would arrive, and when?….more