((((((((Angela))))))) When I was critically ill, my psychiatrist of nearly a decade came to visit me in the hospital. Against long odds, I made it, and the first time I saw him in his office after getting out of the hospital, I thanked him for coming to see me and told him it had meant a lot to me. He said it had to him too, and that in fact, he had tried to call me a couple times after that and I didn't pick up (probably sleeping, did that a lot!), and spent an entire afternoon totally freaked out, until he had a minute to call the nurses station, that I had died and no one had told him.

You can't imagine what that meant to me. And I know you to be the same kind of loving, compassionate person. It has to be so hard to sit by and watch, heck, it was a bite when my dad was dying and there was nothing I could do. But I would stake anything on your clients knowing that you care, even if there wasn't really anything you could do. And you would be much less than human if it didn't affect you.

You're going to be a first-rate psychologist, sweetie.