This week’s reading asks where care becomes thinner when clinical work treats expertise, evidence, conscience, access, or collaboration as a technical matter alone. I. 🎞️ How we represent suffering shapes how we are able to attend to it Representing Trauma: Artistic Decisions in Black Earth Rising Synapsis: A Health Humanities
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Medical Humanities Weekly Digest — 14 September 2026 This week’s selection asks what happens when the parts of care that are hardest to quantify — being believed, carrying responsibility, belonging, and being heard — are treated as central clinical concerns rather than as extras. Every article is fully open access. I. 🗣️ When
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“The unexamined life is not worth living.” — Socrates In healthcare, the days can become crowded with decisions that need to be made quickly: what is happening, what needs doing, who needs to be called, what must not be missed. This work matters. Yet the pressure to act can leave little
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The text came through On the theme of Hands It popped up At Hands Cafe where I was Having the perfect lemon meringue tart With coffee Then because of a question How did you know about us That started a conversation Two sessions resulted They were Try Poetry workshops Facilitated
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I discovered recently that I am a self-absorbed patient. I could be more charitable towards myself and describe it as the typical arrogance that youth afford us, but even so, I surprised myself. I try not to define myself as the daughter of a breast cancer survivor, and I
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Six months ago, I was at Schiphol Airport, lining up at the immigration counters for the second time in four hours after missing my flight back to the UK. Standing next to me was a tall man. He had a durag on and multiple tattoos rippling in long lines down
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Everyone who has spent time near a hospital knows the particular quality of its waiting. Time thickens. The clock on the wall seems to keep different hours in a waiting room than it does anywhere else in the building. You come to know the vending machine, the water cooler, the
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Tick tock, tick tock, Each second I count, A strange hush falls all around, Feet tread lighter, And my eyes grow heavy As I await the first ray of dawn. Those under my care Rest in the sweet land of dreams Their steady breaths Become my lullaby. Tick tock, tick
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以后谁照顾小妹？Who will look after Little Sister after I’m gone? The first time we visited Mr Koh’s home, he apologised to us before we even sat down. “很乱,” he murmured. Very messy. The flat was small and dim, crowded with the quiet accumulation of daily living. Plastic bags
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By Jennifer Leong (You may read the poem from the last line upwards as well) First threshing The failing limbs No longer flail No longer holding On to the guard rails And then the grasps Beyond ailing Loosen like a bracelet's clasp Surrounded by doctors And children in
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This piece is part of In Common, a collaborative writing series where voices from across the healthcare community respond to a single shared word - Threshold That wobbly threshold. That space in between. Some call it liminal. Others say it is natural. I felt it with you, Jo, when you informed
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