“The Family Room,” the triage nurse said, nodding me in and handing me a crumpled scrap of something. A receipt. Weird. I yawned and stuffed the paper in my pocket as I stepped into the windowless... Read More
MDs To Be
Among the many surprises I faced was the degree of advocacy, the number of back-and-forth phone calls, and the amount of time and effort expended for patients to access the resources they needed... Read More
The winning entry from the UBC Faculty of Medicine’s 2015 Art as Adjuvant writing competition. She tumbled and tumbled, down, down, down. There was a bang, and then nothing. Instantly, she... Read More
“Nothing will sustain you more potently than to recognize in your humdrum routine, as perhaps it may be thought, the true poetry of life—the poetry of the commonplace; of the ordinary man, of the... Read More
“She won me over with a coin trick,” he said with a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You know the one where you put the coin in one hand... Read More