I became a pharmacist in Nigeria because I believed in the moment when everything changes. Not the dramatic, cinematic breakthrough one might expect, but the quiet, profound shift when a patient who arrives at the pharmacy in pain.
Back in India, I was driven by the desire to possess the clinical expertise necessary to serve a community at its most vulnerable points. I didn’t just want a job; I wanted to be a cornerstone of patient care.
In debates about MAiD, what gets talked about far less is the psychological and experiential context in which these decisions actually arise—for patients, and for us as physicians.
Despite some offices attempting to restrict patient to one issue per visit, I have found that many of those consulting our walk-in clinic have a number of issues, often with a written list.
I don't relish being a “do-gooder”; I prefer efficiency. Between his stroke and this pneumonia I tried hard to find some volunteer to drive him, and to translate. But local Mandarin speaking volunteers are non-existent, since most seniors have at least one dedicated family or friend looking after them . . . just not Mr. Wang.