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Saving lives
By Pre-Med Series | April 23, 2013All of this leads me to believe that going into medicine simply to “save lives” is a bit dangerous.
All of this leads me to believe that going into medicine simply to “save lives” is a bit dangerous.
After playing doctor myself, I have begun to understand why medicine is called a “practice;” and consequently, I’ve developed a greater appreciation for the responsibility that comes with this field.
I could never understand how, immediately following Election Day, politicos were eager to speculate about the 2016 presidential race.
The United States spent $2.6 trillion on healthcare in 2010—an amount larger than each of the GDPs of Brazil, India, Russia and the United Kingdom.
It is a cool, midsummer’s night, and a middle-aged woman sits at a DATA bus stop clutching an empty pill bottle.
In medicine, there is a perennial conflict between the physician’s overarching goal of preserving the personal well-being of his patients, and the patient’s right to make independent decisions.
Despite being bundled up in scrubs, a surgical gown, gloves and a pair of odd, shoe-covering slippers, I still felt cold.
Whether you are in fact “pre-med” or are friends with a bunch of us nerds, there’s a pretty good chance you’ve asked somebody (or yourself) a question: “Why medicine?”
I can’t help but chuckle whenever I hear people talking about a perceived lack of campus safety. A few incidents notwithstanding, Duke’s campuses tend to be some of the safest locales in the city.
The first semester of my freshman year, a girl on my floor walked into our common room and started talking about this new research position that she was recently offered.