My Fountain of Youth – Friday Fictioneers

My Fountain of Youth “Red pill, blue pill, little yellow capsule,” she sorted out loud, bifocals askew. “The red’s for vim. The blue’s for vigor. The yellow is for good measure.” she quipped as she reached for her kale smoothie handing him the costly treasure with a gnarled hand she barely recognized. “How can you…

A Farewell Caress – Fictioneer Friday

Photo: Erin Leary A Farewell Caress She touched her breast in a farewell caress, the nipple still sensitive. Cocooned in the warm silk sheets she watched her lover sleep, a soft snore and a tiny smile on his lips.

The Thing About Regrets

Dawn Q. Landau photo credit Flash Fiction for Friday Fictioneers 100 words Narrative Medicine The Thing About Regrets I have kicked many a stone down the tracks but that mutt still follows me. My best friend in medical school, older and wiser, had protested and stormed out of the canine lab that day. She would…

Swallowing Glass

Join me for Flash Fiction with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Friday Fictioneers. Follow the link to read what others are writing today. I realize that my narrative medicine posts have been morose but the stories have been writing themselves. My career has been mostly joyous but these stories of suffering, my own and my patients’ need…

Friday Fictioneers: The Last Porch

Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Last Porch By Tracey Delaplain It wasn’t just a locked porch that separated her from the big house. It was her locked memories. “I can sing a show tune,” she muttered to her attendant. Never alone. Yet, always alone. “Well Hello Dolly, It’s so nice to be to be, hmhmhm.”…

Tangling Roots

Photo credit: Melanie Greenwood Tangling Roots She heard the seductive call drift in on the soft breeze that brushed her ear, “Come and dance”. Was it the tumor speaking or did the maze actually beckon her? The hopeless grinding assault on her breast had left her drained and devoid of her own voice. She had…

A Chance To Cut, A Letter To My Son

This is the third in the series of letters to my son the medical student who grew into a surgeon. The letters have helped me renew my commitment to compassionate healthcare and medical education. It is too easy to lose your way as a physician when faced with the daily stress of real medicine. Spending…

Wine and Women, Let’s Be Honest

“How much alcohol do you drink?” “Doc, I’m just here for my annual gyno exam. Why do you care how much I drink?” I care about alcohol use for the same reason that I care if you smoke. Everyone knows that smoking is addictive and dangerous to your health yet alcohol consumption has become so…

The Torrent of Medical Education, Sea Glass or Sand

The torrent of medical education, sea glass or sand? A second letter to my son, the medical student By Tracey Delaplain, MD Before you started your first year I cautioned you that “medical school will change you so you must guard the ideals you hold sacred”. I have watched you change in your first two…