In our family, if you need a shoulder to cry on, you say, "I need to call the Whaambulance."
The Whaambulance is the caring attention of a loving family member.
Elizabeth called from New York today after a day when one thing after another went wrong. She wanted to know if I could be her Whaambulance. I'm grateful that I had had today off and was in a place to just listen. We talked for almost an hour.
By the end of the conversation she was feeling better and thinking about what she can be grateful for: a weekend almost 4 days long right around the corner. A weekend that long is pretty rare in medical school. I'm grateful for that, too.