A story of medicine’s stolen children
It was a Monday two years ago. I was still fresh from coming back from having been out of school from a COVID break. I was no older than 22, and I was in my pediatrics clerkship. I was greener than a freshly watered lawn, and I felt every bit of it. It was one day into this rotation that I met Adam.
He was a 7-year-old boy the size of …
A story of medicine’s stolen children










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