These are my hands. They´re really my own. On any given day. In my usual office. My nails are trimmed short. I don´t use polish. Much less gel polish. I care for them myself. Usually, I carry my hair up. No pending earrings. No heavy jewelry. I love cleavage, but don´t wear it to work. I was trained like a soldier: without drinking, eating or sleeping. I learned to lead the older, the more experienced, the masculin. I seal fates. I save and let die. I reason with clarity, decide with compassion and perform with my hands. Surgeon – is what I am.

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There are a series of therapeutic interventions the surgeon executes...

The exercise of medicine leads, inevitably, to contact with situations...

Mr. Ormond was in his seventies and single. He had...