As a surgical intern, my days started early, and I was tired as I entered Mr. M’s room that evening armed with a nasal feeding tube and lubricant. Mr. M was an African-American gentleman in his early 50s. He looked worn and much older than his years. Mr. M had end-stage liver disease and was
“I’d rather drive a Cadillac!”: The privilege problem in hospitals originally appeared in KevinMD.com.
