BY SUSAN ESTRICH I never quite understood what “nursing” really meant until the past six months, when the supposed superstar doctor who operated on me in Phoenix [One of the smartest male doctors I know told me she was the best, a woman, how wonderful; beware gender bias.] made a mess of my intestines, leaving me rather critically ill with peritonitis and unbearable pain while she went to Maui. Some very fine physicians, in California […]
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