A doctor puts emotions aside in an emergency, but dissociation does not help when the illness is in the family
The speedometer reads 160 km/h. I am driving. My husband Anthony is in the passenger seat. He groans and writhes clutching his chest in that classic closed-fist gesture. We are two rural general practitioners in personal crisis. It is only 45 minutes since he won a bike race in the mountains.
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