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When I first met her, it was because I had been asked to put in a cannula into her arm. My hands shook like anything. Luckily the doctor supervising me was very patient and we cobbled together (the patient, the doctor and I) and it was a success story. When I met her a week later it was to take a history from her. She was as welcoming as it is possible to be in an unfamiliar, non-personal hospital bed. But I drew the curtains and took a seat, the ‘Hello I am a medical student’ flowing from my lips. Continue reading