by Jeff Brown. Three days on Gelibolu (Gallipoli) for 100th anniversary of Anzac Day after call up at fortnight’s notice in the ballot. Both my grandfathers were there, one for nine days, the other for the entire campaign. Guided by a local, Murat, I saw history through his eyes, shared tears more than once, and met his mentor Mustafa, before completing a kind of pilgrimage at the dawn service and memorials. I attempted to capture a few emotions amongst the myriad. Then struggled for a year until I landed on the single word at the end of the penultimate line.
by Art Nahill. Commitment was written after struggling with the decision to declare a patient incompetent. She was unable to return home and part of me felt that I had failed her in some fundamental way.
by Jeff Bown. For many years my wife and I have enjoyed walking and jogging the Manawatu Gorge Track, often at the end of a working day. We talk and listen to birdsong ...
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Glenn Colquhoun talks to Kathryn Ryan on Radio New Zealand about 'Late love,' his recent book about the overlap in his life between poetry and medicine as well as his work as a GP working with young people in Horowhenua.
Our mystery man was still on a ventilator, I hoped asleep as a result of the sedation we were giving him rather than unconscious due to a massive head injury. What I did know was that he was far too unstable for us to move him to be scanned in order to find out one way or the other.
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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.
Obstetrics in Africa by Paul Reeve. I never ceased to be surprised at what you can do when you have to, where you have to, if you are thrown in at the deep end . My one and only hysterectomy may be an extreme example of that. It might not have happened in the First World, even over thirty years ago, but we generally had a lot less supervision and most of us coped as we learnt from bitter experience. I only hope not too many patients were harmed in the process.
by Sinéad Donnelly. I wrote this piece on Christmas Eve, the day I met this patient. It is consoling to read again every year, as Christmas can be lonely as an immigrant to New Zealand.