By: Maitreyee Kale
Medicine is an uphill climb on a path littered with thorns. Sometimes it seems I am alone and barefoot. But there are also flowers on this path. When a patient squeezes my hand and says thank you, a teenager confides their struggles and agrees to get help, the flowers bloom. I forget about the thorns.
By: Maria Antony This short poem reflects on the journey of a person who has undergone a kidney transplant due to cystinosis, a rare...
By: Neil Khoury Uncontrolled inflammation. Refractory to medication. Resect the bad parts. Connect the good parts. Anastomosis. Just as...
By: Isha Walawalkar Skipped breakfast and went vaccine canvassing. With hunger for community, I let my stomach sing. Stethoscope, wool...
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