Choices by Eugene Leung

Choices Eugene Leung Medical Radiation Sciences (Radiation Therapy) Year 2 Patient just laying there, head first into the machine. No voice, just grunts and hand gestures. Not that if he wanted to talk he could. Hole in his throat, post-total laryngectomy. He winces as he takes out his tracheostomy tube Phlegm and mucus gathering in … Continue reading Choices by Eugene Leung

This month’s student submission: Choices by Eugene Leung

Choices Eugene Leung, Medical Radiation Sciences (Radiation Therapy) Year 2 Patient just laying there, head first into the machine. No voice, just grunts and hand gestures. Not that if he wanted to talk he could. Hole in his throat, post-total laryngectomy. He winces as he takes out his tracheostomy tube Phlegm and mucus gathering in his … Continue reading This month’s student submission: Choices by Eugene Leung

“To A Young Doctor” – A Poem by Dr. Allan Peterkin

To A Young Doctor Make every diagnosis a poem The words you choose will never matter more (or be less forgotten) Arrows and missiles to unseen targets a reverberation of souls For you another organ or limb or brain for them the only one Your words do not just foretell the odds of life or … Continue reading “To A Young Doctor” – A Poem by Dr. Allan Peterkin

“A Caregiver Speaks Out” by Peter Farag (1T7)

Author's Note: It was to be a straightforward client visit as part of the CCAC field activity in DOCH 1. Arrive at 2pm, ask the questions outlined on page 101 , and return to MAM by 5pm. What we did not expect is how the client's caregiver would turn this visit into an opportunity to passionately advocate … Continue reading “A Caregiver Speaks Out” by Peter Farag (1T7)

Eden and I Are Playing Go Fish (Susie Berg)

She wears a pink cap to cover her bald head. She misses her hair. A lot. She’s five. There’s a tumour on her brain. Do you have any... She stops and studies her cards, points one by one, silently counting spades. ...sixes? Her mother shakes with laughter, soundlessly, clears away tears, touches Eden’s chin. You … Continue reading Eden and I Are Playing Go Fish (Susie Berg)

From Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood (William Wordsworth)

...Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: ...Though nothing can bring back … Continue reading From Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood (William Wordsworth)

Admission, Children’s Unit (Theodore Deppe)

Like the story of St. Lawrence that repelled me when I heard it in high school, how he taught his disciples to recognise the smell of sin, then sent them in-pairs through the Roman Empire, separating good from evil, brother from brother. Scrap of legend I’d forgotten until, interviewing a woman, I drew my breath … Continue reading Admission, Children’s Unit (Theodore Deppe)

The Smile Was (Dannie Abse)

one thing I waited for always after the shouting after the palaver the perineum stretched to pain the parched voice of the midwife Push!Push! and I can’t and the rank sweet smell of the gas and I can’t as she whiffed cotton wool inside her head as the hollow stones of gas dragged her down … Continue reading The Smile Was (Dannie Abse)

What the Uneducated Old Woman Told Me (Christopher Reid)

That she was glad to sit down That her legs hurt in spite of the medicine That times were bad. That her husband had died nearly thirty years before That the war had changed things, That the new priest looked like a schoolboy and you could barely hear him in church. That pigs were better … Continue reading What the Uneducated Old Woman Told Me (Christopher Reid)

A Letter to My Cadaver With Some Questions I Still Have (Ramon Cancino)

Dear Mr {...}: Did you Hesitate? (Because I would have – Ten or Thirty times.) Did you like science When you were Young? Who was your favorite teacher? Cream with your coffee? What are your Top five Favorite songs? Sunset or sunrise? Ever Find it hard Just to Sleep? Did you ever Find your true … Continue reading A Letter to My Cadaver With Some Questions I Still Have (Ramon Cancino)