Women should take periodic self-checks as to their current emotional posture with an eye on future life-planning and goal attainment patterns.
Are you a good "waiter"? When life calls on you to wait, how do you respond? Michele Howe offers suggestions and support.
During recent years, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time waiting. Waiting to be called into various physician’s examination rooms that is. As I wait, I sometimes watch. People watch. But mostly, I read. Like everyone I
When I read the statistic that upwards of 80% of all visits to a doctor are lifestyle related, and in up to 90% of these incidences stress plays a significant role, I was at first skeptical, then
Polling a group of diverse men and women on what causes them to experience “pre-surgery jitters” surprised me. Their answers (which were both specific and passionately expressed) were not what I anticipated. I had expected men to
Having already endured three surgeries to repair my loose right shoulder, I grew increasingly more curious about what actually occurs behind those ominous operating room doors. My interest piqued even further when my left shoulder began to
“People who are considering care-giving often make one primary mistake, they do not look forward enough in the process. What today is considered as minor aid can quickly escalate into constant, twenty-four hour a day care.” Dr. Christopher
The following is a conversation with Andrew Larson, MD, FACS. Dr. Larson is a board certified general, laparoscopic, and bariatric surgeon, one of only a couple hundred physicians in the world currently directing an internationally certified “Center
Chances are your doctor has one. If he doesn’t, then a colleague of his certainly does. Eventually, you’re going to come face to face with one; but if you’re not sure whom you’re dealing with, there could
Last spring, I entered a local hospital operating room for the very first time (as an observer), that is. Four times previous, I was wheeled in (as a patient) for successive shoulder operations. It was a remarkable
On the day I celebrated my forty-fifth birthday, my yearly custom typically included eagerly anticipating a sumptuous meal with my husband, opening thoughtfully presented gifts from my four lively teens, lunching out with treasured friends stretched casually