Tag: End of Life
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Great expectations
Anthony PapagiannisThessaloniki, Greece “Doctor, I want you to treat her as a forty-year old!” What is the appropriate answer to a demand like that from a daughter about the treatment of her eighty-eight-year-old mother? Any suggestion that her mother might not do well even with the best treatment in the world is anathema to her.…
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Tracing wisps of hair
Miriam RosenPittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was fourteen. For the next nine years, she lived her life with elegance and seemed to do it with ease. She continued her psychiatry practice, only gradually reducing the number of patients she saw. She read the New York Times cover to…
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An unseen border
T.Y. EulianoGainesville, Florida, United States “Please let me have the chest pain in 3,” I said. “I can’t take any more whiny kids today.” Clare raised an eyebrow. “You can have the next trauma.” “Two traumas,” she said. “I can’t stand any more whiny parents.” “Deal.” She wrote my initials by Room 3. “Remind me…
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The African Savannah
Steve AblonChestnut Hill, Massachusetts Forty years ago, my fatherwore his safari hat, squintedthrough binoculars, told us thosegiraffes, the dark ones, are older,and soon will not be able to outrunlions or will break a leg, be eaten.That is the cycle of life he said.Now he needs a walker. My teacherbroke her hip, my colleague torehis anterior…
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Me, my father, and the angels
Hope AtlasLivingston, New Jersey, United States The handle of the dresser drawer talks to my father while he sits in bedWhenever he likes he can conjure up the face of the dresser drawerwith its pointy ears, droopy mouth and metal earringsThe angels are comingHe laughs, pointing at the dresser drawerThey are singing, “It’s time to…
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The good shepherd
Pallavi TatapudySouth Kortright, New York, USA “You have arrived.” The Google Maps navigator tells me I have reached my destination. I look around, doubting if indeed this is the right location. This looks like a vibrant suburban neighborhood with life all around and surely not what I imagined. There is no external sign that a…
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A house call
Martin DukeMystic, Connecticut, United States Many years ago, in the mid 1980s, when I was still in clinical practice, I made a house call accompanied by a second year medical student who was coming to my office one day a week as part of her course in physical diagnosis. The patient I had been called…
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How we love
Linda ClarkeGuelph, Ontario, Canada The communities of health care and medicine are richly storied. For almost three decades, I have invited people in those communities to tell me their stories and they have been generous in their telling. A story told can be image-laden and many of those images become part of my own story.…