In “Mathematical Fix | ation” (Fall 2023 Intima), Laura Pinto describes the slow decline of her father’s ability to communicate. She tries her best to accompany him along his inward spiral of dementia, in which he has become completely fixated on arithmetic and logic, to the point that she calls him “Professor” rather than father. I am struck by the small joys she discovers in his lucid moments at the end of his life, such as when he calls her by name, only once, in the way he did when she was young. Putting myself in her shoes, I wonder if I would have the grace and openness of heart to delight in similar moments, as untethered as I imagine I might be in the face of impending loss.
Read moreCaring and the Challenges of Social Convention, by Jeffrey Millstein, MD
An internist reflects on his short story as well as a fellow physician’s personal essay and explores the complex issue of crossing implicit social boundaries in the clinician-patient relationship.
Read moreAn Abortion Doula and the Greatest Professional Calling
A family physician reflects on her own experiences in handling her patients’ abortion stories and notices the parallels in her own practice with that of an abortion doula.
Read moreCounterweight: On Veteran’s Day 2020, a reflection about carrying the weight of the past by Michael Lund
A response to Karen Lea Germain’s essay titled “Weight” in the Spring 2020 Intima. I begin with the weight of my parents’ cremains (analogues to those of Germain’s aunt and uncle), physical realities blending with the heaviness of regret. I will end, hopefully, with the lightness of relief (in which the pun of light includes illumination). At the center of my response to her fine essay is the weight of a military veteran’s sorrow.
Read moreThe Body Politic: Fashioning our own earthly justice in a challenging time by Adam Lalley
In the short story “Good As New” by Andrew Taylor-Troutman in the Spring 2020 Intima, the site of a teenager’s accidental death becomes a healing destination. At the little white cross beneath an oak tree, cancer is cured and the wounded throw off their wheelchairs. But when a line of pilgrims stretches into the next county, the miracle dries up.
Some, but not all, are restored. The inequity mirrors the disparities of our very own bodies— our health, even the lengths of our lives, are doled out unequally. There’s no earthly justice in our bodies.
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