Entonces me incliné frente a ella, rodeó mi cuello con sus brazos y poquito a poquito, nos fuimos levantando hasta que se sentó en la cama. Ayudarla a vivir sería mi único y principal objetivo. A partir de ese momento, la verdad es que solo la estaba ayudando a morir, aunque aun yo no lo sabía. Continue reading Ayudarla a vivir
There is a part of me amazed, a part of me penitent. I am sorry to drag a blade down the middle of your chest, and then to the side, peeling away the first layer of skin and fat. I am sorry to cut through your skin with no intention of sewing it back together again. I am sorry that one of us will crack your ribs, one by one, and watch our professor use a loud saw to separate your sternum. I am sorry that between my cringing, I am still curious, still excited to see what lies beneath. I am sorry that we change our scalpel blades when they get dulled on your body, so that they are sharp again. Continue reading Our First Patient
Tenía sus propias teorías sobre lo que la aflijía, sobre cómo funcionaba todo en el cosmos dentro del cual existía arropada por el manto de su piel, tal si sus padecimientos fueran resultado de sus manualidades – sus nudos de macramé. Continue reading Pasillo
She lifted up her shirt and slowly walked the tips of her fingers down and round a path leading to the exact location where those trails had lingered. She placed my cold hand on her white, confusing breast. How could she trust me like that? Continue reading Hall
Mrs. H’s kidneys had failed. She had also developed severe anemia necessitating a blood transfusion, a procedure which she had refused. Dr. Tsao was somewhat perplexed. Patients in Taiwan don’t typically refuse treatment. If anything, they tend to agree with the physician out of deference and decide later not to carry out the ‘doctors orders.’ Rather than resorting to force of authority, however, Dr. Tsao simply turned to the patient and asked a simple question – Why? Continue reading Letters from Kaohsiung
Stethoscopes & Pencils 