shutterstock_104930039 There was once a little boy who loved to draw.  He would wake up every morning, pull out his box of colored pencils, and let his hands explore the promise of a pristine sheet of blank paper.  For him, the canvas was anything but empty,  images and ideas exploded out of his mind and magically appeared on the pages in front of ...

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shutterstock_193958318 Like two ships passing in the night, we sidled up to each other at the nursing station on the hospital telemetry ward.  I had already been home, ate with the kids, and returned, while he hadn't left floors all day.  We typed away at our computer stations, and chatted from time to time. After we exchanged common pleasantries, we jumped into local politics. ...

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shutterstock_96934004 It was only afterwords that I wondered if I had been condescending.  The words had come out so naturally.  We were sitting across from each other in the nursing home.  It didn't take a doctor to recognize that his leg was visibly less swollen.  I had seen him walking down the hallway with the physical therapist.  His face a mix of pain, ...

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shutterstock_124029454 Jim almost convinced me.  The burning in his chest, after all, could have just been gastroesophageal reflux.  He assured me that the sensation was nothing new; that he got it from time to time after a large meal and took Tums.  I couldn't, however, ignore that it seemed to worsen with activity.  The pain was bothersome enough to drag him into my ...

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shutterstock_166576619 As I have said before, when done correctly,  doctoring is an act of love. It is founded on the most basic of human interactions, intimacy.  Patients open their doors and closets revealing a treasure trove of brutal humanity.  Physicians dedicate themselves to healing, to upholding a sacred covenant born of tears and blood.  It is a partnership, a carefully rehearsed ...

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shutterstock_124482742 The insurance company insisted that they would be saving money in the end.  So they sent the PA (physician assistant) to my patient's house.  They didn't take into consideration that I was just there a week before.  Or that I made home visits on a regular basis.  In fact, they didn't even inform me about the appointment. My patient later told me ...

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When I began the practice of medicine, I used to think of the entranceway to the exam room in mystical terms.  How else could I explain my patient's willingness to suspend all social rules and norms upon passing through those magical doors?  They would sit down in front of their baby faced-doctor and talk about things.  Private things.  Scary things. Conversations occurred that would be unthinkable if two strangers were to ...

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Loitering in the hallway of my son's school awaiting his parent-teacher conference, I completely forgot that the woman introducing herself and shaking my hand was an alcoholic.  I forgot that she had visited me in the office a decade prior for a consultation.  I forgot all of it. What I remembered is that we had gone to high school together.  We had grown up in the same city, in the same ...

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The whole thing was rather awkward. I have to admit that I was nervous. I perused the records before he walked through the exam room door. These conversations were always difficult and felt out of place in the office. But I had looked at the numbers over and over again. There was a glaring deficiency that had to be corrected. I planned to jump in right away, but we got sidetracked. He ...

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shutterstock_148398755 We both agreed that it was unfortunate. I sat on Paul's living room couch with a computer perched on my lap as he recounted the events of the last few weeks. His business flight was interrupted by severe spasms of cough and high fever. He called me upon landing, and based on my advice, went to a local urgent care center. After ...

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