I never gave my hands much thought until a few years ago. They were never pretty, but they were functional serviceable hands that did what they were asked—I could examine a patient, type fast and accurately enough, and everyone always told me that my handwriting was outstanding. That has always been a point of pride… Continue reading My Father’s Hands
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THE FREEDOM TO BE NEEDED
Doctors lie all the time. Call it hubris “I can do THIS for you!”, call it denial “I KNOW you are going to get better!”, call it what you want. But nowhere do they lie more than when you ask them if they want their children to go to medical school. Most of them come… Continue reading THE FREEDOM TO BE NEEDED