As doctors, we spend years learning the biology of disease and how to treat it. But what we never learn is how to treat the environment…
Author: Sonia Singh
I wanted to tell you that the night I stuck that needle in your belly I was probably more terrified than you were. I wanted to tell you that I saw myself in you…
You always imagined you’d have to reach inside yourself and rip it out, wring it from your soul, radiate it, burn it, wipe out every last micrometastasis.
The night he left, I laid in bed for hours trying to sleep. My mind raced and my heart ached. I couldn’t stand the silence, but there was no music I wanted to hear, no show I wanted to watch, no person I wanted to speak to. In search of a comforting sound, I reached for the stethoscope on my desk, placed the buds in my ears and the diaphragm on my own chest.
Between 2010 and 2012, she visited the Emergency Room 7 times – 3 for abdominal pain, 3 for headaches and once for a fall down the stairs. Each time a negative work-up followed by a swift discharge and a long drive home.
As some of you may know, after nearly a decade of writing and ranting in stream of consciousness fashion, I decided to lay my personal blog to rest. As I’ve become more focused in my life and career, I’ve also become more focused in my writing, and I wanted to develop a new site to reflect that.