Word: patient
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...very best that the nation is able to provide. At the risk of simplifying things, it was this principle which was supposedly the overriding concern of the creators of the NHS... "that the physician should do his work without reference to the social, financial or racial position of the patient and that the necessary medical attention, preventive or curative, should be given without any question of fees arising...
...19th century or as psychologically pathological in the 20th, they seem to cavalierly attribute malicious motives to doctors, suggesting they are the vanguard of a sexist society. These doctors, Ehrenreich and English contend, seek out rebelliousness among women and squelch it by spiriting away the sick patient before she can express her protest. The doctors "betrayed the trust" innocent women placed in them. By focusing on the theories and treatments the doctors invented to keep women in their place, the authors evade an analysis of the processes of social repression...
...Then he inserts a swab or spatula, scrapes some cells from the cervix and smears them on a glass slide, which is then sent to a laboratory for microscopic examination. A few days later, the doctor receives a report indicating whether the cells are normal, atypical or malignant. The patient gets a bill for about...
...heart and writes I LOVE Paul underneath it. Tsongas signs something for her. He looks at his autograph and asks her to write some more, to add the names "Ashley" and "Katina" after "Paul." His aides motion him that it is time to move on but. Tsongas is patient--A-S-H-L-E-Y...K-A-T-I-N-A. His two kids. Always the family man, Paul Tsongas is young and energetic and happily married. He is 37 years old and running strong...
...next dozen or so years produced one of the most articulate, subtle and prolonged meditations on color in the history of Western art. It had no real parallel among American painters: one needs to go to Matisse or Bonnard to find anything like its expressive scope and patient single-mindedness. Then came the forays into an increasing darkness, the mute theatricality of his penultimate paintings, the wide blackish-plum surfaces that scarcely "breathe" at all, and the dull, fiddling solipsism of the last works...