The House of God
The House of God has been hanging over my head from the beginning. When I was accepted into medicine, I was given a copy by a helpful fourth year student who told me that I had to read it to understand ‘what medicine is really like.’ So I read it before ever sitting in a lecture, trailing after a ward round, or touching a patient.
The House of God stunned me; I was shocked and angry. I thought of my grandmother dying in hospital while callous doctors laughed about her. If this was medicine I wasnt sure I wanted it anymore. I convinced myself that it simply couldnt be true. I told myself that Shem was a cynic with an overdeveloped imagination and whod had a few bad experiences; I resolved never to become like that. With my faith in medicine restored, I put the book away and got on