So, today was a sad day — I learned that my absolute favorite patient, a 3 year-old to whom I had become more of a brother/friend than a doctor, died overnight. He had leukemia, had received a stem-cell transplant nearly a year ago, and had been struggling with numerous complications since; he had spent only about three or four weeks at home since his transplant. It’s not hard to see the death-isn’t-always-the-worst-option perspective in this, but I’m going to miss him immensely.