This doctor was called a bitch at work. Here’s what she did next.
As I hug my younger daughter’s little head at school drop-off, the calming aroma of her hair fills me with peace. She scurries across the schoolyard toward her 2nd-grade classroom, her big backpack bouncing up and down, seemingly with its own agenda and dwarfing her tiny frame. As soon as I leave the school, my focus switches.
I’m at the edge of my patient’s hospital bed, reviewing the day’s treatment goals. …