Stories

Stories

Reflections from the ward. Personal essays from clinicians, nurses, allied health. The on-call you remember. The patient who stayed with you.

Stories

Rewriting the Story of Aging

Rewriting the Story of Aging

There's a story we're used to hearing about aging. A slow, inevitable decline. A journey of loss — of health, independence, identity. This story plays out in quiet corners of hospitals and in loud headlines celebrating the "oldest person to survive" some illness. In clinics,

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If Medicine was a symphony: a day in the ICU

If Medicine was a symphony: a day in the ICU

Working in the intensive care unit is very much a team-based approach, and for those familiar with it, a fairly noisy one at that. On any given day, there’s a gamut of activity (and emotions) which the team must take in their stride… Movement 1: The morning adagio

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The ED Doodlers: Finding Healing Through Creative Expression

The ED Doodlers: Finding Healing Through Creative Expression

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&

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A hard-earned handshake

A hard-earned handshake

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

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A Tribute to Associate Professor Cheong Pak Yean

A Tribute to Associate Professor Cheong Pak Yean

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

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