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April 2, 1982

Your Practice Is You: Reflections of a Diagnostician

JAMA. 1982;247(13):1815-1818. doi:10.1001/jama.1982.03320380019021

A Physician's Son  My father was a physician in Waycross, Ga. He was 50 years old when I was born, and at the time he practiced EENT (subsequent to that, he practiced ophthalmology, and before that he had been a general practitioner). I can remember making rounds with him to see children with diphtheria. At that time, there was little that could be done except to perform a tracheostomy and ask the hospital administrators to waive the visiting rules so that the parents could stay with the dying child.But my father enjoyed medicine, and I appreciated very early what satisfaction he got from his relationships with people. I remember comparing his occupation with those of my friends' fathers, and thinking that what he did was preferable. I can't think of anyone other than my father whom I have tried to emulate as a person. Although many people have had