When I was sick, my doctors did the unthinkable: they cared about me

I’ve been a patient at the Kennestone hospital in downtown Atlanta for more than four years.

In that time, I’ve seen doctors and nurses treat the worst illnesses and diseases.

The Kennestone Hospital is one of the oldest and largest of its kind in the United States.

Its beds are spacious and spacious, its medical staff is dedicated, and its staff has been doing extraordinary things to save lives in the last decade.

When I first got there, I didn’t think much of it.

I thought the hospital was an old institution, but when I got there in January, I was immediately drawn in.

The hospital was a hospital of the past.

It had been a hospital for decades.

The beds were old, the staff was old, and the medicine was new.

But it was still the same hospital I’d been at all my life.

I didn’t want to leave, so I waited.

It took weeks, and after I had been there for more time than I could count, I decided I wanted to leave.

I wanted the job, and I wanted a way to leave without worrying about getting sick.

I asked around, and everyone said they’d like to have me stay, too.

But then one of my nurses told me that I needed to take a leave of absence.

She said, I don’t know if you’ve seen this, but it’s been a long time since I’ve cared for you.

She was right.

I was taking a leave, but I was doing it on a temporary basis.

It was going to be a month before I could leave.

It was the most incredible feeling of relief.

And it wasn’t long before I was back at work.

The hospital was still full of nurses, but the staff had changed, too, and that meant we were no longer seeing the same patients.

I couldn’t be there with my patients.

I went back to work, and when I returned, I found myself at work again.

I started to get more comfortable.

The nurses weren’t just new and enthusiastic, but also kind.

I’d have my own coffee.

And I didn, too; I had a few cups of coffee for the nurses and a couple of glasses of water for the doctors.

But I never got to take the long walk to the corner of the hospital for lunch.

The nurses and doctors had made the change, but my family and I were still stuck at the old hospital.

I didn.

We were just moving back in together.

I started to feel more like a family member.

I told my mother about it and she said, well, you know, that’s the way it goes sometimes.

I had to take some time to talk to my daughter about it, and she told me, well it’s okay.

She had always said it was the job.

I hadn’t even told her I was leaving.

When I started working at the hospital again, my colleagues told me I’d made the right decision, that I was part of the team.

They were right.

It wasn’t an easy transition.

I spent a lot of time talking to the staff and working with the nurses, and there was a lot to learn.

The new staff, especially the doctors, was kind and supportive, but there were still lots of things I didn ‘ t know.

I felt like I was a stranger.

I felt like my life had changed forever.

It’s been four years since I had my first appointment.

My husband was still in Georgia and I was in Atlanta.

We got married in December, and it was a special day.

It meant a lot because we had just been married for five years, and we’d been married six months.

And the day before, the doctor who had treated me for a lung infection had given me a lung scan.

And then we had my heart and blood tests, and my colonoscopy, and then my colon cancer test.

We did everything that we could to get everything checked out.

I really didn’t have a choice.

I just wanted to be healthy and be able to be with my family.

But when I went to see the doctor, he said, you’re not sick.

You’re fine.

And he started talking to me about things that were going to make me feel better.

It’s the first time that I’ve ever felt anything like that.

It felt good, and now I know how to talk with people about their own health issues.

It feels good, too: I can talk about things and have empathy for others.

I don ‘ t need to be told to take care of myself.

I’m a good doctor.

I do what I’m told.

And my job at the University of Georgia was really fun, too — we worked together.

But we were not the only ones who were able to work together.

The doctors had been talking about how we would need to share information and share care, and they’d been