Shield

Shield Swiping my ID card the doors of the hospital dialysis unit clicked open. After four years the click of two doors unlocking and automatically swinging imprinted on my nerve endings. The sound made me startle just a millimeter. Behind those doors was a row of beds with patients dialyzing. Some as always for years,…

Consider the circumstances

Consider the circumstances By the 7th month of surgery intern year I was comfortable in the hospital and understood enough about running codes to be more aware of what was actually happening. The fear of arriving first had decreased enough to let me look around. Suddenly those bleeding broken heaps of flesh became people. When…

The retainer

  The retainer Early on having patients come in to see me as their doctor was a thrill. I had to measure up to prior opinions and styles. I had to develop a style, my style. Honestly, was faking authority till I had any. I was trying to make good on all that training I…

Intangibles

Intangibles Years ago I was seeing a frail demented lady with terrible venous stasis. In her confusion she sat most days 12 hrs or more in a wheelchair as her granddaughter doted on her. Her husband a cowboy with worn boots would come in too quiet but worried. The three would sit in a small…

The Gray Zone

The Gray Zone Outside the room where nurses were whispering loudly but respectfully she waited. She was surrounded by taller and older aunts and uncles. The women clucked in their thoughts like hens and the men said their peace boldly then walked seemingly away like coyotes on a prowl returning to the circle after a…

Art of Medicine

Our souls unfold in these stories. The art of medicine resides within.