The nurse laughed when she opened our son’s file. It was a Sunday evening, our three-year- old was sitting in the triage room, and she was examining a cut on his head. It turned out, her records showed, that this had become an annual family event: he had been to the children’s ward every January for the past three years. “I think perhaps we just have to find a way to get you through this month,” she said to my wife. Full article (subscription may be required)
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