by Angela Andrews. This is the second of two poems I wrote about being a patient at a breast clinic, which was an experience that threw all the routine questions, tests and conversations I'd been part of many times before – as a doctor – into a new light.
by Art Nahill. This was written for a patient of that exact age whose body was failing although her mind remained sharp. The poem tries to reflect the ambivalence she feels and often expressed about going on.
by Nadia Ali. This was written the morning after a particularly emotional night shift on my Obstetrics and Gynaecology rotation. Some patients stay with me longer than others, and I have thought often about the woman this was written about. Writing is one way I choose to process some of the tough everyday situations we face in medicine.
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by Trevor Lloyd. My experience working as a solo doctor in the Maniototo taught me a deep respect for the people who live in this remote farming community. It also helped me to develop my ideas about the effectiveness of medical treatments. The incident I describe touches on both of these aspects. It is also, at least in retrospect, is one of the funniest things that has happened to me in medical practice.
by Anja Werno. The story relates back to my time as a patient in a German University hospital in 1990 after a significant head injury. The accident happened whilst working on my MD in the University virology laboratory. A probable “pain syncopy” with loss of consciousness resulted my head hitting the concrete floor. The impact caused an occipital fracture and several frontal contrecoup bleeds. Needless to say it was the start of a frustrating, but ultimately lucky, journey.
by Trevor Lloyd. This story collects together some of my experiences of living and working as a young doctor in Vanuatu. This was a valuable part of my education as a doctor and as a person. I strongly recommend it. The incident I describe is one of many lessons that the people there taught me.
by Sinéad Donnelly. This is part of a longer essay recording my year of transition from palliative medicine to acute medicine. I write to console myself and to capture the extraordinary in the ordinary.
by Alistair Macdonald. I am now a retired renal physician. The Medicine Stories Project struck me as a fantastic idea. I have always thought that one of the important things that was missing in medicine was the narrative. This story reflected the fluid nature of how important it is to make decisions on the basis of one’s own experiences. Louis Pasteur said “Chance favours the prepared mind”. On reflection, I think in my own discursive fashion, this is what I think my thoughts were at the time.