Let Me Listen To Your Heart

Looks not only at the financial, emotional, and physical demands of giving and receiving care but also at the strengths and rewards inherent in the world of caregiving.

" ... Presents some of the best writing by third-year medical students over a period of six years at The Mary Imogene Bassett Hospital in Cooperstown, New York."--Preface.

If you want to help change medicine, give this book to your doctor.Hey, Doc!, the true story of Dr. Richard Sheff's personal journey through medical training as a family physician, shows us a new way to understand doctors (and ourselves as patients)."I knew then, as now, there is something terribly lacking in how we take care of patients and train physicians...Over two decades in medicine has taught me that the most potent tool for healing we as physicians have is our heart. But each of us must learn to listen to our own heart before we can touch and heal the hearts of our patients."While this book is a must read for anyone considering a career in medicine, Hey,Doc! speaks to the patient in all of us. Readers will understand their own doctor and come away with new hope that, when sick and most vulnerable, they can be heard, understood, and touched by their physician. Dr. Sheff teaches us the surprising truth that, in their hearts, doctors yearn for the same connection with us.

This book starts near the east coast, and ends in the mid-west. It’s a love story-thriller about Two people who meet under very different circumstances. A scary situation in the beginning, that becomes a story of true love. There are some very scary times during their life. Facing the real problems and enjoying the good times, always working together in love. This story is fiction, but could be anyone of us in reality. The good times, and bad times in the lives of a young man and woman, their family and some close friends

My life in writing has spanned a very, very long time, I haven't always written under one name over the course of time I have written under different pen names or personas I can't explain it, writing is a journey, and it's just where the journey has taken me. When you write you always write in 3rd person mode, it's never in first person because that moment has passed so you're looking at yourself from a different perspective getting that emotion off your chest, and looking at the path that may or may not have been chosen. This is a massive collection of my poetry over the years, and by massive I mean it's well over two thousand pages... Yes you read that correctly, over 2000 pages of poetry and a few short stories mixed in.

These final four Angelhaunt books are at once philosophy and works of art. Ratcliff has created in these four books both poetry and religion, both blasphemy and a completely original cosmology. Ratcliff has looked into himself, found both treasures and terrors, and made works only a madman could create.

Consuelo sat watching her air force pilot husband pack his flight bag and prepare for a mission. The mission was for an undetermined number of days to an unspecified location. He could not tell her where he was going nor how long he would be away. She was a seasoned military wife. She knew not to ask. Jeff was a B-2 bomber pilot. She sat quietly trying to beat back tears as she became lost in memories of their lives together. She had to be strong. She didn’t want to show signs of weakness and give him anything to worry about on the home front. She dreaded the lonely days and nights that lay ahead while she waited and wondered where he was, and if he was safe. She knew she would be notified if he wasn’t. Days later, Jeff called. “It is just a cat and mouse, waiting game. We are hoping against hope and praying with all our might that we do not have to take off unless it is to return home. We are waiting for the other shoe to fall.” “Oh Jeff, we are praying that cool heads will prevail, and that the enemy doesn’t decide to escalate the rhetoric with his threats. The world is holding its breath.” As they were saying their goodbyes, Consuelo could hear the alert horn sounding over the phone. Jeff quickly said, “Goodbye, honey. Love you Gotta go.” And the line went dead. Consuelo sat in stone silence praying for his safety and for all the other pilots and military personnel who were scrambling to their duty stations and airplanes because of impending danger. She prayed silently that it was a false alarm and not a real and present danger to America or our allies.