Why patients are leaving our practices
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 …