A PORTRAIT OF FREEDOM
The park was his favourite. It was right across the street from his house, and every day, when his father came home, he asked to go. His little heart leaped for joy when he would see his father smile and nod…
Read MoreThe park was his favourite. It was right across the street from his house, and every day, when his father came home, he asked to go. His little heart leaped for joy when he would see his father smile and nod…
Read MoreShe cautiously waddled across the sand towards the lapping waves. Her father was a step and a half ahead of her, holding out his hand for hers, encouraging her towards the shoreline…
Read MoreOne day, an elderly couple that normally sees another doctor at our practice came to see me. Their problem? Not enough pain killers…
Read MoreAfter several years of working in the hospital system, bouncing around from specialty to specialty, harassed, overworked and jaded; I became eager to leave. So I began as a General Practice Registrar...
Read MoreAs a young doctor, death feels like the enemy...
Read MoreMy first experience of death was as a medical student...
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