Friday in my office is like happy hour for the oldest of the old. They come. 90, 95, 100. Always on Fridays. Some come in wheel chairs. Others walking. Some alone. Others with family. 5,6, 7 sometimes even more in just one short morning. And we talk about life, about their children, about growing old. I apologize that at that age I really have little to offer. After all, they know ...

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I wish I knew how to express myself. I wish I knew how to put this into words. How the direction of things has just become depressing. How each day makes me wonder how we got to where we are today. And I think back. Back to the beginning. I think back to my childhood. And how I looked up to my father ... the physician. How he died when I ...

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She was like ... Superwoman. A strapping medical visionary probably in her forties. Gray long coat falling below the knees. She strode confidently down the hallway towards the elevator, a father hurrying beside her with his young lanky daughter cradled in his arms. The girl's head nuzzled into her father's shoulder. She was old enough to walk by herself...but clearly she was sick. Unable. Undoubtedly they were headed from the medical ...

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I was a third-year medical student in the first week of my obstetrics rotation. The obstetrics program was known to be high-pressure, its residents among the best. Mostly women, they were a hard-core group--smart, efficient, motivated--and they scared the heck out of us medical students. I remember the day clearly: Not only was I on call, but I was assigned to the chief resident's team. I felt petrified. We'd started morning rounds ...

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