Paul Rousseau I think his name was James, but I can’t remember for sure. What I do remember is the day’s heat, the metal cart and a rust-colored dog. Like many homeless people, James carried his belongings in a grocery cart–a sort of mobile home for the homeless, but without the protection of a roof, […]
Ray Bingham One day in April, I took the assignment none of the other nurses wanted: Baby Michael. A hopeless case. Born almost four months premature, weighing barely a pound, he was now all of six days old. His entire body wasn’t much longer than my open hand. As he lay motionless on a warming
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Mary E. Moore Tipping forward to escapethe wheelchair’s confines, the ancient onepleads with her feet, “Go home.” It’s her companion who volunteers the Chief Complaint: “Ever since her stroke,Mother’s back seems to hurt. Her doctors say there’s nothing can be done, but I thought that perhaps a specialist ….”She strokes the old woman’s shoulders. “Does it hurt here, or
Michael Gutierrez It was 5 pm on a cold November day. I was a third-year medical student heading into my first night on surgery call. Changing into my scrubs, I wondered what it would be like. I knew that we had to carry a “trauma pager” and, when paged, get to the ER as fast
Majid Khan I pull up on the side of the road on this rainy British summer’s day. The rain doesn’t make it easy to get my doctor’s bag out of the trunk, which I do in a hurry so I can make my way to the house where I’ve been asked to visit a 37-year-old
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