Love your Live. Love your Liver.

That's what the back of a man's shirt said as mom and I rode behind him on our return to my sunny studio after we swam in the 67 degree ocean. He had a basketball bungee-corded to the back of his bike, too. The letters on his shirt were green.

I was dreading coming to work tonight. I feel unsure and unsupported by myself in the last few ED night.

And I walk in to a bed surrounded by my co-resident, the ED attending and several nurses. Uh oh.

It's a patient with a sick liver. Very sick. With bad upper gi bleed. They make him comfort care within minutes of my arrival. Family continues to pour in.

Love your liver.