I was angry with myself because I still loved her, or at least I loved that dream of our togetherness. My feelings were unreasonable, irrational, and I couldn’t change them. That hurt.
ABRAHAM VERGHESEI’ve had my share of angels.
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When I wake to the gift of yet another sunrise my first thought is to rouse him and say, I owe you the sight of morning.
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Sometimes this wound occurs at the moment of birth, sometimes it happens later. We are all fixing what is broken.
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Still, it’s an apt metaphor for our profession. But there’s another kind of hole, and that is the wound that divides family.
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What we are fighting isn’t godlessness–this is the most godly country on earth.
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If seems almost un-American to enjoy delays, and perhaps enjoy is not the best word, but certainly a delayed flight
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Now, as to the problem of how much health care costs and how we reform health care … it is another story altogether.
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What did it say when a man had fewer clothes than books?
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No matter what ailed you, you went to see the barber surgeon who wound up cupping you, bleeding you, purging you.
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When a man is a mystery to himself you can hardly call him mysterious.
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The most important innovation in medicine to come in the next 10 years: the power of the human hand.
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In America, we have always taken it as an article of faith that we ‘battle’ cancer; we attack it with knives, we poison it with chemotherapy or we blast it with radiation.
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Rituals, anthropologists will tell us, are about transformation.
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I’m a great believer in geography being destiny.
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A beautiful literary collection that tells of today’s country doctor, somewhat removed from our romantic black-bag image of days gone by, but still fulfilling an essential need in caring for spread-out populations.
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There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed-
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