The backbone of primary care — physicians who know their patients as people
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He watched his community being destroyed by addiction. He couldn't stop the prescriptions — he was just a pharmacist. But he could do something the DEA and the CDC couldn't: he could talk to people.
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The clinic had no electricity, no running water, and a pharmacy stocked entirely by donations. But when a woman I had treated five years earlier walked for three days to bring me a handmade scarf and tell me she was alive, I understood what medicine is actually for.
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I gave patients my cell phone number. I answered emails at midnight. I came in on weekends. I thought I was being a good doctor. I was actually dying.
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In a town without a hospital, a clinic with one exam room, and a pharmacy that closes at 6 PM, being a doctor means something different. It means delivering three generations of the same family. It means making house calls in a snowstorm. And it means being told, on the day you almost quit, that you saved a life you didn't know you'd saved.
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For three consecutive nights, I dreamed of a patient I hadn't seen in six months. Each time, the dream was identical: she was standing in my office, holding her abdomen, asking me to look again. On the fourth morning, I called her.
Public descriptions say the book draws on more than 200 physician interviews and presents 26 selected accounts.
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Public descriptions say the book draws on more than 200 physician interviews and presents 26 selected accounts involving end-of-life experiences, unexpected recoveries, faith, and other events the narrators found difficult to explain.
By Dr. Scott J. Kolbaba, MD. Check the retailer for current formats, pricing, and reader ratings.