When a close colleague died suddenly a year ago, I was reminded that doctors’ families share the pain and not much of the gratification of a medical career
A year ago, on a cold winter’s morning, my friend woke up feeling vaguely unwell. To be on the safe side he asked his wife to drive him to the hospital where he worked as a doctor. Then he collapsed.
The subsequent hours that his desperate colleagues spent resuscitating him proved ultimately futile. He died far too young.
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