I used to be a doctor. Maybe that’s a bit of a maudlin thought because I’m sitting at my desk in the completely deserted Moss Clinic - which of course just closed its doors. Since some 55 year's after that momentous day of becoming a doctor, of graduating from Guy’s Hospital in London, I am now out…
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The Moss Free Clinic Closing – a Case of “You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till it’s Gone”
I keep telling everyone “it’s been like a death in the family.” But my take is that it was a preventable death. I liken it to a diabetic who dies for lack of insulin. Not because insulin hasn’t been invented. Not because no one knows that’s the right treatment. But because there’s no money to…
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Forget the Flowers . . . . . . Where Have All the Doctor’s Gone?
If you’ve tried to make an appointment with a primary care doctor recently, the challenge will make you understand why I was leaning on the two young women I was working with at the Moss Clinic. Why I was trying to persuade them to be primary care doctors themselves. One a foreign medical graduate from…
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“I Cannot Tell What This Love May Be”
You aren’t to know, but, appropriately, I am writing this on Valentine’s Day. Appropriate because I am writing about love – which you might think a little squishy – but it has relevance to your health. I am inspired to write about love in part because our new minister at the Fredericksburg Unitarian Fellowship, David…
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