The passion vine: a lesson on restraint in medicine and life
I cannot claim to have been the one who nurtured our garden. That credit belongs to my wife. She is the one who waters the plants faithfully and notices when something needs care. I am more often the admirer, the one who pauses to appreciate a flower that seems almost too beautiful to belong in an ordinary backyard.
Among the plants that brought me the greatest joy was a passion vine. …
The passion vine: a lesson on restraint in medicine and life
