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fading-minds.html
https://medschool.utsouthwestern.edu/about-the-school/scope/2015/fading-minds.html
By Jake Rice There was pain in his eyes but no fear could be found, He had faced death before and won every round. This time was different, both he and I knew, I helplessly wondered just what I could do. I smiled as he mumbled; I tried to stay strong, But my hero was defeated and it just felt so wrong. True pain this man knew, the type that crushes the heart, Though decades since the war, nightmares still tore him apart. But the true nightmare he lived did not include a gun, It was the worst
untitled-evans.html
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By Kathleen Evans During my second night on trauma call, I had had a very slow day, only receiving my first page at 8 p.m. for a man with abdominal trauma. As we were admitting him, two police officers wheeled in another patient, a middle-aged woman. She had been found unconscious in her neighborhood with her clothing partly removed and disheveled. Every feature of her face was bruised, bloodied, and swollen. She could only groan in pain but could move her arms and legs spontaneously. Police
death-as-a-new-acquaintance.html
https://medschool.utsouthwestern.edu/about-the-school/scope/2012/death-as-a-new-acquaintance.html
Note: Details of this case have been altered to protect patient identities. He was the first person I have ever seen die. I’ve seen people who were dying, almost dead, better off dead, and as good as dead, but he literally died right there in front of me. It was kind of subtle, really. Just looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed at all. He was on a ventilator, so he didn’t really take a “last breath. There was no change in expression, color, tone, or habitus. I saw no wisps of smoke rise up
Medicine-Pediatrics: Medical School Advisers - UT Southwestern, Dallas, TX
https://medschool.utsouthwestern.edu/about-the-school/student-affairs/advisers/medicine-pediatrics.html
Medical school advisers can help students learn about a career path in Medicine-Pediatrics.
incomplete-shalvi.html
https://medschool.utsouthwestern.edu/about-the-school/scope/2015/incomplete-shalvi.html
By Shalvi Patel Shalvi Patel, M.D., Class of 2017 with Distinction in Global Health, has a love for both art and global health. She combines them here to portray a bigger message: most global health efforts are often left incomplete because we struggle to understand the needs of those we wish to serve, and we instead create our own ideas about what is needed, ignoring the underlying issues at hand. These incomplete and untitled pieces represent how global health projects are temporary and often
Estabrook College: Medical School Academic Colleges - UT Southwestern, Dallas, Texas
https://medschool.utsouthwestern.edu/about-the-school/academic-colleges/estabrook-college.html
Information and history about Estabrook College, one of the Academic Colleges in the Medical School at UT Southwestern.
Message from the Director: Cell and Molecular Biology - Graduate School - UT Southwestern, Dallas, TX
https://gsbs.utsouthwestern.edu/programs/cell-molecular/director-message.html
Learn about the Cell and Molecular Biology Graduate Program at UTSW in this message from the program Director.
Seldin College: Medical School Academic Colleges - UT Southwestern, Dallas, Texas
https://medschool.utsouthwestern.edu/about-the-school/academic-colleges/seldin-college.html
Information and history about Seldin College, one of the Academic Colleges in the Medical School at UT Southwestern.
Message from the Director: Genetics, Development & Disease Graduate Program - UT Southwestern, Dallas, TX
https://gsbs.utsouthwestern.edu/programs/genetics-and-development/chairs-message.html
Learn about the Genetics, Development, and Disease Graduate Program with the Director's message.
poem-to-a-cadaver.html
https://medschool.utsouthwestern.edu/about-the-school/scope/2015/poem-to-a-cadaver.html
By Lawrence Aung From a card I was told that you died of C.H.F eighty-eight years old Our time together seemed the same But I never quite caught your name And on each day you must have felt Like a fallen tree on the veldt, whose leaves the wind had stripped away I held your heart It was a seed covered in rich black clay rooted in a bloody soil the last remnants of your life were a considerable toil Cachexia had left you emaciated But I had left you hollow And on your face I had expected grief