doctors

Before I heard the doctors tell The dangers of a kiss; I had considered kissing you The nearest thing to bliss. But now I know biology and sit and sigh and moan; Six million mad bacteria and I thought we were alone!

You know, I got a daughter, she lives in Michigan. When she was six years old we took her to the circus, one minute she's laughing at the clowns, you know, getting out of the Volkswagen. The next minute she's telling me that her stomach hurts. Soon she's crying, then she's screaming. We drove her right to the emergency room, and she's got a fever, it's too high. The doctors poke and prod, and still they can't find anything wrong. Now her vital signs weaken, and they put her on an I.V. and they still can't find anything wrong. Not anything. One day I walked into her room, and the nurse was trying to put in a new I.V. and she couldn't find the spot. Her little veins were weak, and [she] starts getting afraid of the needle, and she looked up at me and said 'Daddy, make it better.' I can't tell you how I felt, when she looked up at me and said that, I couldn't make it better. There was nothing I could do. She was my daughter and I was so powerless. I felt so powerless.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line. The less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.

There is a dignity in dying that doctors should not dare to deny.

When doctors differ who decides amid the milliard-headed throng?

When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerve and he has knowledge.

Even if the doctor does not give you a year, even if he hesitates about a month, make one brave push and see what can be accomplished in a week.

Suddenly it came to me, as a kind of new light, that I would no longer resist and struggle; I would accept the unavoidable. If it was in the nature of my disease, what else that was wise could I do? At first the torment, ravaging unrestrained, seemed even worse than before. It consumed me utterly. But I had a glimmering sense that I was at least playing a voluntary part in my own destiny; that, somehow, I was substituting reason for blind, involuntary, fear-driven resistance. This effort I continued through the greater part of one terrible night, failing often, unable to yield completely, driven by red-hot scourges into the old resistances. At dawn, in spite of the best medication the doctors knew, I was exhausted, but I began to feel that I was on the way toward what might be, for me, a new method. This I practiced faithfully and with increasing confidence for some time. I no longer resisted the inevitable! I am not sure that there was a great decrease in the actual physical suffering; I do know that the period of the paroxysm was reduced, since resistance seemed merely to prolong it. But the great reward was in the mind: in my own ability to command myself in the face of such a catastrophe; to preserve my equanimity; to rest securely upon reason when panic might so easily overwhelm me. I had moments in the midst of such paroxysms during the earlier nights when I was so secure in mind, so tranquil, that I felt it did not much matter what happened to my body. Nothing could touch me.

Doctors cure the more serious diseases with harsh remedies. Curtius Medici graviores morbos asperis remediis curant

Men worry over the great number of diseases, while doctors worry over the scarcity of effective remedies.