I had just finished a grueling orthopedic residency. Yet once again, I was on the run and bearing bad news. I was sprinting from a well-known Mumbai hospital to a nearby hotel room. But this time, the bad news wasn’t for the family of one of my patients. It was for my mother.
As I waded through the crowd whose constant overflow from the sidewalk onto the road left a shifting …
I learned the most about medicine from my dad’s death
“I absolutely insist that you accept this 5-dollar bill,” said the slightly hunched, distinguished-looking Caucasian man in khaki shorts and a T-shirt. He held my big brown hand firmly open with the fingers of one hand while placing a five-dollar bill in it with the other. He looked into my eyes gently but firmly.
I looked down at Abraham Lincoln on the currency bill and instantly felt devalued. My brain went …
This physician decided not to get offended and started a healing interaction
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