toptestblogger Health, in general. I was a resident at a medical center in NYC at the height of the initial HIV/AIDS epidemic. At the time, it maintained the largest "treatment" unit in the world, larger than units in Paris or San Francisco (and obviously, there was no treatment, other than treating symptoms). Patients were from every walk of life, from street junkies to corporate CEOs, yet their commonality was that, eventually, they came to the hospital to die. The famous "stages" of death and dying were in full force (e.g. denial, anger, bargaining, etc.) but occurred rapidly, infrequently reaching the end stage of "acceptance." So many were stuck at the stage of anger/rage, and ironically were most likely to be properly insured & wealthy. "Do something!" they would yell at us, and alternately they would weep and beg. It was the worst four years of my life, and it took me years to get over the sense of helplessness. I wish I could say there were wise "life-lessons" learned, but not much more than appreciating the frailty of human life, and respecting people who suffer.