I called the old overstuffed chair my “quiet time chair” — while Barb quite heartlessly referred to it as a “hunk of junk.” Nevertheless, the longer I practiced as a family doctor, the more I felt the need for the advice and guidance of the Great Physician. My morning time with him had become a n...
Rick Pyeritz, M.D., would be joining us in practice. I was elated, as I had been anticipating this day long before we had arrived in Bryson City. When I entered my family medicine internship at Duke University Medical Center, I was one of only four men in my class of twelve—and the only one from ...