I grew up on food stamps, unlike many of my medical school classmates. Prostitution and
drug deals were regular occurrences in my neighborhood. A man was shot to death in front …

After witnessing a man commit suicide during my residency, I struggled to reconcile the
trauma itself, my own competence, and multiple boundary issues I was exploring as a newly …

The reservation was a littered muddy wasteland, and its population endured poor health, not
unlike a third world country. Native American patients suffered from conditions of squalor …

When I was a new social worker, a series of events changed my clinical practice. I believed
academic pursuits and scholarly work were the key components to cultivating my clinical …

Minutes after starting my family medicine rotation, my first patient crumpled before my eyes.
She shared a story of anguish and worry, overwhelmed with the grief of her partner's …

This is a tale of burnout and resiliency, of despair and rebirth. Dr Chacko graciously shares
her story of plumbing the depths of the abyss as a successful subspecialist (radiation …

As a family physician, I have become increasingly uncomfortable being associated with the
US health care system. While shiny, new buildings go up each day, there is still little …

I miss my mom, who died last year, and I want to tell the happy story of her death, or perhaps
the story of her happy death through her choosing and accomplishing medical aid in dying …

Being a resident is hard. Being a resident dealing with a recent breakup is even harder. I
wrote this piece after a serendipitous encounter on Valentine's Day with an elderly woman …

During medical school and residency, we are taught to always keep boundaries with our
patients. I took this lesson to heart and considered my patients merely as “diseases” during …