ABSTRACT
A patient I have known for over 30 years, during the end phase of a later analysis, discovers she has an illness that is likely to be terminal. Grief and fear are central to both of our concerns. For me, her illness revives personal loss, ones that are never far from my consciousness, as well as memories of childhood illness and reflections on mortality. Together we learn to face our painful feelings and find a way to appreciate the time we have while we have it.
