Six Word Stories

What is medicine?

The path is difficult but rewarding.

I go to work. Money bags.

Living through struggles. Not just surviving.

Tired eyes looked on with compassion.

If they forget you, good job.

The computer broke, yet patients survived.

Diagnosed with cancer, we cried together.

Helping heal the world, I hope.

Making a difference, whatever that means.

Push, stumble, fall, rise, fall, again.

Sometimes we do a little harm.

Humanism lost in the medical gaze.

Pathological anatomy doesn’t make a person.

The clinic is born; patient dies.

Relish in the highs and the lows.

Prolonging life while “doing no harm.”

To try, to fail, to learn.

The art of humanism and healing.

Medicine is an art of humanity.

You don’t know me. You trust.

Indications, normal values, cost of life.

She left so she could grow.

Bodies break. You pay. We fix.

Medicine is knowledge, recognition, and intervention.

Uneasy because of undue outside influence.

Medicine is teaching and healing patients.

What is my relationship to medicine?

Medicine is the art of healing.

Medicine can heal and hurt me.

Illness is a problem to solve.

Suffering is inevitable avoid causing it.

Medicine is helping people with life.

Medicine allows me to connect.

I don’t think you need this.

How do funny students become salty.

Art and silence of understanding illness.

Pervasive in my life and career.

Lessened curiosity, following rules, want stories.

Assigning categories to observations and feelings.

Guiding others closer to their “life”

An agent used for that betterment.

Comforting and protecting sickest individuals.

Establishing meaningful relationship while helping ill.