I teach my registrars to be aware how a consultation is making them feel: that can give valuable clues to the patient’s own emotional state.
She began to attend our appointments with a support worker in tow, almost as a symbol of her incapacity.
If you don’t trust people, at least make sure that you imprison them, seems to be the idea.
A UK blood cancer charity has seen an "unprecedented spike" in donors from mixed race and ethnic minority backgrounds since the campaign started.
I thought I’d give her tidying theories a go, but when I held up the empty snack bag I was suffused with so many happy memories of the time we’d spent together that I couldn’t bear to throw it away.
Eyes are on the World Health Organisation to declare the outbreak of the virus an emergency.
Between Clare Balding striding into the road to stop traffic and Grace Dent's elegant glide, we survived the Moonwalk.
I hand her the bottle and watch her do a drug in the most Jewish mother way imaginable. That is to say – with the utmost suspicion.
One of the most humbling experiences of my career was witnessing the quiet dignity with which Ian forgave Carol.
Some people shudder at the thought of jellied eels, or blanch if an oyster approaches. Not I.
For mixed-race and BME people in search of a donor, survival can be a case of beating the statistics.
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