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Charlotte BlackmoreCharlotte Blackmore
University of Toronto
Class of 2016

crazy brilliance

Beatrice PretiBeatrice Preti
McMaster University
Class of 2017

 

 

 

 

 

The curtains were drawn, I walked into the room,
Looked at the lady, and said, “How do you do?”
She was very kind, just a little bit addled,
But the doctors around us were really quite baffled
Had she had a stroke? Was it from the MVC?
There was nothing at all to see on the multiple CTs
Save a little bit of shadowing, in the corner over here
But the pictures were too blurry. No, not a single thing was clear!
So they made a few calls, and then made a couple more
They met with the consultants on every single floor
They put their heads together, and came up with an answer
“It’s so obvious!” they said. “She has metastatic cancer!”
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kevin dueckKevin Dueck
Western University
Class of 2016

This piece was originally created for and showcased at Creating Space V (a White Coat, Warm ART exhibit in Vancouver, BC from April 24 to 28, 2015). It collects words and phrases that have been lost during clinical training, some due to superstition, others due to social pressures or encounters with patients.

 

(It’s)
Slow
Quiet

(I)
Promise
Guarantee
Know

(They’re)
Irritable
Lethargic

(I’m)
Sure
Tired
Sick

(You’ll)
Be Fine
Get Back Home

(They’ll)
Take Good Care of You

 

Kevin has also published a piece titled "Learning From Experience" on our Blog. For more of his work, check out his Blog or follow him on Twitter @AbootMedicine.

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Mona 2015 Mona Al-Taha
Dalhousie University
Class of 2017

 

 

 

 

 

Patient M. presents to clinic,
Melanoma of the Heel.
Surgically excised,
Radial forearm free flap,
Doing well post-op.

Day 1 - How is the flap?
It's looking well-perfused, Dr.

Day 2 - Is it congested? Should we revise?
Let's operate.

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KAYLAKayla Simms
University of Ottawa
Class of 2016

Upon being accepted to medical school in 2012, I received a special edition of “Oh, the Places You’ll Go” from a personal mentor; reminding me to not just look ahead, but to remember and cherish the distant memories that shape who we are. I recently stumbled upon this memorabilia when I returned home over the March Break, and sat down to write this poem.

This poem is a testament to the physician’s inner-child and the ‘art’ of medicine. ...continue reading