Matters of trust

"Look doc," he interrupted politely, "I don't read, and I don't write much, but if you tell me what to do, I'll sign my name. But I'm not going back to Edmonton again. I'm sorry - my wife is sick and my boy works up at camp." I suddenly realized I had no...

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Published in:Canadian Medical Association journal (CMAJ) 2007-09, Vol.177 (7), p.710-710
Main Author: Hendricks, Amy
Format: Article
Language:English
Subjects:
Aged
Beliefs, opinions and attitudes
Cancer patients
Carcinoma, Small Cell - diagnosis
Carcinoma, Small Cell - therapy
Clinical outcomes
Health Services Accessibility
Humans
Lung cancer
Lung Neoplasms - diagnosis
Lung Neoplasms - therapy
Male
Medical treatment
Physician and patient
Physician patient relationships
Physician-Patient Relations
Recreation - psychology
Trust
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Summary:"Look doc," he interrupted politely, "I don't read, and I don't write much, but if you tell me what to do, I'll sign my name. But I'm not going back to Edmonton again. I'm sorry - my wife is sick and my boy works up at camp." I suddenly realized I had no idea who [George] was, or what he wanted; and yet, he somehow trusted me. A fearsome thought. The large man leaned forward on his chair, and his voice intensified. "You wouldn't believe the birds out there, doc. In the evening, I just sit and watch them, and listen to them singing all night long. They don't have those kinds of birds in town - every colour you could imagine! I'd love to have another summer out there, but if I get sick again I can't afford to start up the camp for nothing."
ISSN:0820-3946
1488-2329
DOI:10.1503/cmaj.071054