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Continue reading →: When Presence Is the Best Medicine: A Leadership Lesson from My Best Friend’s Final Days
This past year, I experienced one of the most profound losses of my life—I lost my best friend, Bess Marshall, to pancreatic cancer. Walking alongside her during her final chapter was both a sacred privilege and an emotional challenge. As a physician, I found myself constantly navigating the tension between…
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Continue reading →: Protecting Our Own — And What It Costs
When Leadership Chooses Silence Leadership is not ease or accolade,Not titles etched on polished grade.It is the weight of seeing clearWhen others turn from what they fear.It’s standing firm when others fall,Answering a deeper call.To raise your voice, to hold the line—For patients, for truth, for what is right in…
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Continue reading →: From the Bottom 5% to the Top: What My Patient Experience Scores Taught Me About Being a Healer
I remember the day I opened my patient experience scores for the first time. I was a surgeon, confident in my training, deeply committed to my patients, and convinced I was doing everything right. So, when I saw my overall score placed me in the 5th percentile nationwide, I was…
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Continue reading →: The Gift of Diagnosis — Trusting My Instincts
It Wasn’t Brilliance. It Was Listening. It wasn’t the first time I had to fight to be heard. She was young. Quiet. Wasting away in our ICU.By the time I came onto the service, she had been admitted for weeks. Consult after consult. Test after test. Each new team trying…
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Continue reading →: “Why?”
I was no longer a trainee. I was an attending surgeon now, experienced and confident—at least on the surface. When I was referred a young man in his early twenties with recurrent testicular cancer, I approached the case with both skill and caution. He had already undergone orchiectomy and chemotherapy…
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Continue reading →: Where You Can Be a Mom
What They Never Told Me About Surgery and Womanhood When My Daughter Asked the Question That Broke Me One morning, as I was racing to get everyone out the door, my eldest daughter—maybe 7 or 8 at the time—stopped me. She looked up with a serious face and asked,“Mom, is…
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Continue reading →: “The Pulse That Wouldn’t Let Go”
I remember that afternoon clearly — the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow, the post-call haze hanging in the hallway, the squeak of clogs on tile. I was a Fellow, rounding with my third-year resident. We stepped into the room of a post-op patient who had just been transferred out…
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Continue reading →: “When Will I See the Doctor?” — The Unseen Weight of Being a Woman in Medicine
I walked into the room, introduced myself clearly: “Hi, I’m Dr. [Last Name],” and proceeded to take a thorough history and perform a physical exam. I explained the differential diagnosis, reviewed the plan, and outlined next steps. The patient nodded along, asked a few questions, and then, after all that,…
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Continue reading →: “The Day the Blood Wouldn’t Stop: Choosing Integrity Over Politics”
In many complex cases, patients undergo multiple procedures on the same day — often requiring two surgical teams from different specialties. That was the case one morning as I walked into the OR. I was still a Fellow, assisting my Chair as well as a second surgeon. The latter was…
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Continue reading →: When No One Believed Me
CARING “for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs as heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.” Milan Kundera I was a urologic oncology fellow, rounding early one morning with…