In my first month of residency training, I received my first cruel lesson on cancer.
As an intern at the Bethesda Naval Hospital, I was the junior member of the healthcare team. So I walked into the patient’s room behind the attending physician and resident, scanning a folded piece of paper that outlined our patient’s “vital” information. The paper had a few lines about her hospital course, but nothing about who she was.
And having only been a physician for a month, I made the mistake of focusin...
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