The Art of Medicine: Our daughters, ourselves

There she sits, fully clothed, on the examination table. She’s tall and lithe with long straight hair, high cheekbones, and slender fingers. I introduce myself, smile, and offer her my hand. It’s all she can do to flash a fleeting smile back. more»

Interested readers can now access my latest Art of Medicine column — Our daughters, ourselves — recently published in the Journal of the American Academy of Physician Assistants.

Please note that all of my previously published Art of Medicine pieces can now be accessed here.

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The Art of Medicine: The source of your strength

She appears in the hallway outside the laboratory, spray bottle in hand. Dressed in hospital scrubs, she’s just arrived for the evening shift, while I’m zipping up my coat to go home. more»

Interested readers can now access my latest Art of Medicine column — The source of your strength — recently published in the Journal of the American Academy of Physician Assistants.

Please note that all of my previously published Art of Medicine pieces can now be accessed here.