Insecurity

\”I\’m kind of stumped here,\” I confessed to her, going through my list of possible causes.  Together we discussed the possible options of diagnostic testing and treatment.  While we talked, she continued showing a glimmer of fear in her eyes.  It wasn\’t that she thought she\’d die from this, and I don\’t even believe it was a fear that I couldn\’t help her; it was a fear I would tell her the grass was not green.  Maybe her reality isn\’t real.  Maybe she is crazy.

Doctor and patient.  Insecurity meets insecurity.  Weak helping weak.  

Humans.