On Being a Doctor1 November 2016
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    Monday morning, rounding on my new patients: I knocked at the door of my last patient, an elderly man I'd been told loved to talk. His aid invited me to enter.

    “Good morning,” I said.

    He didn't respond. Thinking he might be hard of hearing, I put my hand lightly on his shoulder and repeated myself. He looked at me and, after a pause, said, “Good morning.”

    I sat next to him and asked how he was doing. “It's a beautiful view up here,” I offered.

    “How long have you been working here?” he asked. His eyes stared deeply into ...