The quiet weight of meaning in Medicine

Recently, I was introduced to the concept of “Question Thinking” at a workshop I attended. This was taken from the book “Change Your Questions, Change Your Life” by Marilee Adams, which chronicles how the protagonist discovers this concept and the stark difference it made to his thinking and actions. When

As doctors, we are trained to preserve life, to relieve suffering, to advocate for the vulnerable. To be the voice for the voiceless and marginalised. But as we scroll through and view the livestreams, images and headlines from Gaza on our mobile phones daily, we cannot help but feel an

Beyond the Clinical Chaos Emergency medicine is defined by urgency—rapid decisions, life-saving interventions, and intense human encounters. But beneath this clinical intensity lies a quieter reality: how those on the frontlines process what they witness and find meaning in their work. For four clinicians at Changi General Hospital'

The echo of Mother’s Day still lingers—soft, tender, and complex. Time rushes forward, but emotions unfold on their own schedule. That’s why we’re sharing this collection now, in the quiet that follows the celebration—when reflection can settle in more gently. Every mother-child relationship tells its

I was randomly shown this American news YouTube video the other day—you know, the kind with dramatic lighting and slightly-too-loud piano music in the background—and I almost scrolled past. I almost skipped it, but something made me stop. It was about a Stanford doctor, Bryant Lin, who was

Scanning the notes on the Monday morning before ward rounds, I had a foreshadowing that this particular family was going to be challenging to speak to- multiple family communication notes over the weekend, documenting the medical team’s repeated attempts to explain to the family what was happening to their

I saw you, as a baby, Wrapped and swaddled in a coat of darkness Helpless, unable to fend for yourself Desperate cries were all you could harness I saw you, as a baby, Who had done nothing to deserve this plight Scared, scarred, shaken Unequipped to fight or take flight

I first met Associate Professor Cheong Pak Yean when I was a medical student, assigned to shadow a GP for my clinical attachment. I was fortunate beyond measure that it was him – the same family doctor my parents had taken me to when I was sick as a teenager. Little

Yesterday I saw Amidst a sea of grey on metal frames Sharp words and tender actions A gruff growl to stop her kicking Shoes taken off as gently as a slipper Mother, he spits but softer glances Her tremors encased in his calloused hands The cough racks through her question