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Florida State University
 College of Medicine
1115 West Call Street
Tallahassee, FL 32306
                                                                                                              Humanism Evolving
                                                                                                              through Arts and
                                                                                                              Literature
                                            Volume                1,       Issue          1                                     Summer 2009

                                      Reflections in Paint
                                                                                                            Jared Rich, Class of 2012
                                      What better place to start than at the beginning.                through us. There is an exchange that occurs between ca‐
Inside this issue:
                                      The first step in our long path to becoming doctors              daver and student. Through death they willingly extended
 Reflection in Paint        1         is Gross Anatomy.                                                                                out to hand us the gift of life,
                                      It is our first class                                                                            and we reached out to gra‐
              Jared Rich              in medical school,                                                                               ciously accept. They have
                                      and the cadavers                                                                                 passed on to us the founda‐
 Golden Globes              1         that we dissect                                                                                  tion of our education, and for
          Jordan Rogers               are often called                                                                                 this we are forever grateful.
                                      our first patients.                                                                              This exchange of knowledge
 Portrait of War            2         They are also                                                                                    begins in the anatomy lab, but
                                      called our silent                                                                                continues on throughout the
          Josh Counihan               teachers. We                                                                                     entire medical school experi‐
                                      learned more                                                                                     ence. It lives in every class‐
 First Patient              2         from them than                                                                                   room, study hall, and library.
   Allison Poimboeuf                  any professor’s                                                                                  This is the place where death
                                      lecture or any                                                                                   delights to help the living,
 Oh the Places...           3         picture in a text‐                                                                               and it is our responsibility and
                                      book could ever                                                                                  our honor to make sure that
     Taalibah Ahmed                   teach us. Studying                                                                               the death of our first patient
                                      our cadaver was not like reading words on a page                 will be a help to all those that we serve. The tremendous
 Jamaica                    3         or looking at an image on a screen. It was actual                amount of knowledge we gain from our silent teachers is
              Andy Lane               personal interaction with a human being, a human                 the first step in our pursuit and our conviction to become
                                      being that so generously donated their body so that              protectors of life. We must always continue to learn, for
 Tired                      4         we could learn. When that person died, it was one                there is no limit to our abilities, but it is important to
                                      life lost, but in their death, they have given life to           never forget where we began, and those who helped us
             Anonymous
                                      countless other people, and they have done that                  along the way.

 Risin’                     4

      Amanda Pearcy             Golden Globes                                          Jordan Rogers, Class of 2012
                                                                                                                               someone someday. At some point I will save
                                                                                                                               someone’s life. And they will be very glad I
                                                                                                                               hung in there.
 Birthing a Parasite        4
                                           I love watching awards shows.          nights I sometimes let my mind wan‐                    I can compare medical school, then,
                                Gaudy outfits, millionaires, mindless enter‐      der to what other people my age are       to my Golden Globe. Since it is the pinnacle of
   Camille Hippolyte
                                tainment: what more could a person want?          doing with their lives right now. Mak‐    my hard work, and it took a struggle to get
                                My life consists of none of the aforemen‐         ing money? Going out to eat? Coming       here, it is a fitting analogy. Even after winning
 My North Star              4
                                tioned things and all of us like to leave the     home at five and being done for the       the award, there is always work ahead. Yet,
                                realms of reality every once in awhile.           day? Having a social life? I can assure   acceptance into medical school was the uni‐
          Michelle Miller                                                         you they are not up until eleven on       verse giving me a pat on the back and saying,
                                              No, my life is not an awards        any given night pouring over “The         “Yes you can. You are working hard enough.
                                show. There are deadlines, truckloads of          Proper Technique of the Prostate          Keep going.” The universe and the Screen
            Editors:            information, disgruntled professors, even a       Exam.” At least for their sake I hope     Actors Guild, same difference, right?
                                few token neurotic colleagues. Anxiety, an        not.
    Amanda N. Pearcy            old friend of mine, enjoys paying me regu‐                                                               We don’t get to make acceptance
                                lar visits. I even find it lying in bed with me               Yet, I wouldn’t be any‐       speeches after getting in to medical school, but
                                when tossing and turning for fifteen minutes      where else in the world. Why? Be‐         we should. At least, I know I didn’t get here
     Jordan S. Rogers
                                somehow turns into all night. Yes, my life is     cause no one can help my patients the     alone. I can’t thank a producer or co‐star, but I
                                very real.                                        way I will be able to. And it would be    can thank one very important woman. My mom
  Jose E. Rodriquez, MD
                                                                                  a tragedy to leave the people who are     made my dream reachable. Even if the universe
                                          Funny, but this reality is all I        meant to be in my care up to someone      wasn’t going to say it, my mom over and over
                                have ever wanted or dreamed of doing.             else. No amount of sleepless night will   said “Yes you can. You are working hard
                                Don’t get me wrong, on those sleepless            hold me back from the care I can give     enough. Keep going.” Not everyone has a big‐
                                                                                                                            gest fan. I do.
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                                     Portrait of War
                                                       Joshua Counihan, Class of 2011




First Patient
                                     Allison Poimbouf, Class of 2012
 Hic locus est ubi mors gaudet                                     porters, teachers, mothers, fa‐
                                     Endless hours were spent in the                                   tingly: “When thinking about
 succurrere vitae. “This is the                                    thers, sisters, and brothers.
                                     lab learning the paths of nerves                                  the location and path of the
 place where death delights to                                     They enjoyed music, gardening,
                                     and arteries, the actions of mus‐                                 portal vein, you will not think
 help the living.” As a student of                                 and life and wanted to give back
                                     cles, and the different features                                  back to a textbook or lecture.
 Florida State University’s Col‐     of the heart to name a few. Asto others through this meaning‐     You will think back to the body
 lege of Medicine Class of 2012, I   my Clinical Anatomy professor ful contribution. Hearing these     you saw it on and studied so
 recently learned this lesson.                                     words showed me that such a
                                     described it, it was during this                                  extensively. That sense of rea‐
 Although not an idea tested on      time that we learned more     gift was not only from the indi‐    soning is what will stick with
 in my Clinical Anatomy class,                                     viduals whose bodies I learned
                                     about these individuals’ bodies                                   you throughout your life as a
 this lesson was taught through                                    upon; it also came from their
                                     than they would ever know. It is                                  physician.” Nothing could be
 my professor’s guidance, letters    this exact knowledge that willfamily members. Considering         more true. Although only a
 from family members about           serve as a foundation for my  many family members expressed       medical student with plenty of
 their loved ones, and my own        education and follow me       hesitation in following through     years to go, I owe so much to
 firsthand experience this sum‐      throughout my career.         with their loved one’s wishes,      these individuals for the gift of
 mer. Most people would agree                                      the appreciation I feel for their   knowledge they gave to me. It is
 with the idea that death is not   However, possibly more impor‐ ability to honor such a request       this knowledge that allows me
 necessarily a delightful thing.   tant was the lesson of generos‐ must also be expressed. Without
                                                                                                       to carry out the task that all
 However, in a laboratory filled   ity. Before meeting our “first  the strength of these family        physicians take on to improve
 with 120 new medical students     patients”, as they are some‐    members, this powerful learning     the quality of life of patients.
 on the ground floor of the Col‐   times called, we were intro‐    experience would not be possi‐      Just as I benefited from the
 lege of Medicine, I saw a differ‐ duced to them through the fam‐ ble.
                                                                                                       education our silent teachers
 ent side of this part of life.    ily members of these consider‐
                                                                                                       gave me, future patients will
                                   ate individuals. Listening to   So how exactly is it that death
                                                                                                       benefit from this unselfishness
 Through the selfless nature of    letters read that were written  delights the living through such
                                                                                                       as well. For this reason, I will
 our “silent teachers”, those that by daughters, sons, wives, and  a process? Through the honoring
                                                                                                       always remember my first pa‐
 donated their bodies to medi‐     husbands, I learned that these  of these silent teachers at a
                                                                                                       tients—our silent teachers.
 cine, I learned the intricate     people were no different than   special memorial ceremony
 anatomy of the human body.        any one of us. They were house‐ hosted by my class, one teach‐
                                   wives, businessmen, court re‐   ing assistant described it fit‐



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                                                                                                               be a doctor and tells me of all         hypertension, high cholesterol and diabetes,
    Oh, The Places You Will Go                                                                                 the great things woman have
                                                                                                               done. Her daughter tells her to
                                                                                                                                                       she was still very active. Those conditions
                                                                                                                                                       were manageable. It is the Alzheimer’s that
                                                                                                               tell me about the great things          has limited her.
                                                                                                               she did as a woman. Suddenly
                                                           Taalibah Ahmed, Class of 2009                       this frail elderly woman be‐            I recognized how much her Alzheimer’s had
                                                                                                               comes strong in my eyes. Her            affected her. Yes she was taking medications
     When I graduated from Florida A&M Uni‐         tension. I am sorry high blood pressure, high eyes are the brightest I have ever seen. I look      for this but it is a progressive disease. And it
  versity in May 2004, my sister, the first grade   cholesterol and diabetes.”                    closely and notice as they have popped open          was obvious she was not aware of how much
  teacher, gave me a copy of Dr. Seuss’ Oh the                                                    I can now see the faintest sign of green. I          her illness was affecting her.         Her Alz‐
  Places You’ll Go! to signify my new journey       “Yes I have that. I take pills for those.”    now see her young self.                              heimer’s took away her adult children,
  into medical school. I would later read the                                                                                                          grandchildren and great grandchildren and
  book for the first time to my third grade class   “Are you taking your medication as pre‐          “I was a pilot during World War II.”              replaced them with her young adult sisters
  not realizing the significance of my sister’s     scribed?”                                                                                          and brothers and school aged children. It
  small gesture.                                                                                     No way.                                           took away her independence.            She was
                                                    She looks at me strangely and her daughter                                                         coping well with her other medical condi‐
  Oh the Places You’ll Go! And the places I         interjects. “The nursing home manages her        She tells me about what it was                               tions, but as her memory began to
  have been. But I always believed somewhere        meds. So she is taking everything. They have     like growing up as a woman in                                fail her she was unable to care for
  in that book Seuss should have added “and         not called me with any concerns so I am          the 1940s. Men often did not                                 herself and she became a danger
  the people you’ll meet.” With the stress of       certain everything is going well with her.”      recognize their talent.        As                            to not only herself but to her
  medical school, it is easy to get discouraged.    I turn to my patient and realize that she
                                                                                                     women pilots and the only pilots
                                                                                                     not participating in combat, they
                                                                                                                                            “She smiles           family. For a moment I felt sorry
  But often it is the one patient out of the                                                                                                                      for her and I empathized with her
  hundreds you see that lets you remember the
                                                    continues to look at me strangely. Before I
                                                    can speak, she asks, “Are you the doctor?”
                                                                                                     were often asked to test new
                                                                                                     planes. She tells me of one of
                                                                                                                                            at me and             daughter.      I could not imagine
  reason you decided this path.                                                                                                                                   what I would do if my mother did
  Oh the people I have met!
                                                    “No ma’am I am the student doctor.         My
                                                                                                     the planes she flew. The men
                                                                                                     heard of it and could not believe
                                                                                                                                            says, “It’s           not recognize me.         But then I
                                                    name is Taalibah.”                                                                                            began to understand that Alz‐
  I stood outside exam room number seven and
                                                                                                     it. Men had a difficult time
                                                                                                     recognizing their achievements.        nice to see           heimer’s took away many of her
                                                                                                                                                                  memories but left the wonderful
                                                    “Oh you are studying to be a doctor. That is
  read the chart of my next patient, Mrs. P.        nice. When I was young there were not too        She reports that even now after
                                                                                                     all these years sometimes it           a woman               ones that made her the woman she
                                                                                                                                                                  is. I smile as she wants to con‐
  Ok she is 89 years old and she is here for a      many women doctors.”
  follow‐up.                                        I smile and realize that something is not
                                                                                                     feels like she still isn’t recog‐
                                                                                                     nized for her achievements.            doctor. I             tinue to tell me different stories of
                                                                                                                                                                  her missions. I see the expression
  I focused my attention to the summary page        right. I look at the summary page of her
                                                    chart in search of a reason for this experi‐
                                                                                                     This is understandable when I
                                                                                                     think of a news story 2006, the        am proud              on her daughter’s face and realize
                                                                                                                                                                  that it is difficult for her to cope
  where there is conveniently placed a brief                                                         Air Force proudly showcased
  past medical history. She is a patient with
  hypertension, hyperlipidemia and diabetes.
                                                    ence of déjà vu I am having but there is
                                                    nothing. While I frantically look through the    their first woman pilot in the         of you.”              with a mother that often does not
                                                                                                                                                                  recognize her as her adult child
                                                    chart, I simultaneously attempt to elicit        Thunderbirds.                                                but simultaneously she is very
  What questions to ask? What exam do I need
                                                    information concerning orientation. “Mrs. P,                                                                  proud of the person her mother is.
  to perform? Ok I’m ready.                                                                          But, she, my patient was one of
                                                    do you know where you are.”                                                                                   Her daughter boasts of her mother
                                                                                                     the first female pilots in the
  I walked into the room and did my initial five                                                     military. She was a member of the Women           ongoing achievements. She is resident of the
  second survey of my patient. I see my pa‐         “Why yes, the doctors office.”                                                                     month. She suggests I visit the nursing home
                                                                                                     Air Force Service Pilots. She flew in several
  tient. She is an elderly Caucasian woman.                                                          missions which were considered non‐combat.        to see all the pictures of when she was a
                                                    “And do you know the month.”
  Very small. She appears to be frail. Her hair                                                      Her job was very important. She flew in           young woman, when she was a WASP.
  of blue‐gray curls is neatly groomed. She is      “Why it is January. It’s 1954. My husband        many of the supplies the military men
  wearing a long‐sleeved blouse with elastic        and I are going dancing.”                                                                          Later in the week, I make a trip to the
                                                                                                     needed. Many of the women were injured            nursing home. Although Mrs. P does not
  waist pants and what look like Velcro nursing                                                      and they had 38 deaths among a little over
  shoes. I think to myself, Oh please let shoe      Unh ok. There is definitely something not                                                          recognize me, she is happy to share more
                                                                                                     1000 women. She states that even after all        stories about when she was young. She shows
  designs be a little more fashionable when I       right about my patient. I hate when this         the women did and the sacrifices they made,
  am old. Her eyes are bright and there is the      happens. You walk into an encounter think‐                                                         me a picture of her in front of one of the
                                                                                                     it took years for them to be recognized by        planes she has flown and tells me the story
  hint of the faintest expression of a smile on     ing you are dealing with one problem and         Congress. In fact she began to fly in 1943
  her face. And there is someone with her.          then oh there is something else wrong with                                                         of how she met her husband, that handsome
                                                                                                     and was not recognized as a female pilot in       gentleman in the wedding photo in her
  Perhaps her daughter or caregiver? I wonder?      the patient. Ok what to do? I can just …         the military until 1979.
  Oh well here I go.                                                                                                                                   bedroom. She tells me of her children. Of
                                                    Her daughter interrupts my thoughts. She         She grew up in the South on a farm in Texas.      her wonderful career later as a school
  “Good morning Ms. P. My name is Taalibah          must have recognized the look of confusion       She told me she came from a large family          teacher.
  Ahmed. I am a third year student doctor at        on my face. She tells me her mother has          and that she always knew she would fly. Her
  Florida State University working with your        Alzheimer’s. The family noticed a change in                                                        I complete my history and exam. And pre‐
                                                                                                     father had a small plane and she loved to go      pare to leave the room. I think of the amaz‐
  doctor this year. I am going to take a brief      her about 8 years prior to this visit. She       up with him. When it was reported that they
  history and perform a quick exam and then         would forget things like her grandkids names,                                                      ing woman I have just met. The woman who
                                                                                                     needed women to take a part in the war she        paved a way for the all the female pilots in
  the doctor will come in and join us.” Ok          or that she had a dog. She was becoming          was excited. It was later that she will dis‐
  Taalibah breathe and slow down.                   dangerous to herself and they were con‐                                                            the military today. And smile as I think of
                                                                                                     cover that they also needed pilots. She was       how happy she was to see me in my position,
                                                    cerned about her grandchildren when they         very young. She had just finished school and
  Mrs. P looks at me, smiles and says. “Hello.”     were visiting. She has been in a nursing                                                           the female student doctor. I prepare to
                                                                                                     like many women at that time, her beau was        leave the room but as I place my hand on the
                                                    home for the past 5‐6 years. She remembers       off fighting in the war. There was nothing to
  I smile and turn to her companion. I find out     other things though. “Oh the stories my                                                            door knob Mrs. P asks
  that this is her eldest daughter. She accom‐                                                       keep her from joining up so she went to
                                                    mother can tell you,” her daughter says.         school and became trained as a pilot. She
  panies her mom to all of her doctor visits.                                                                                                          “Are you the doctor?”
                                                    My patient looks at us and it is apparent she    discusses every detail like she is still there.
  “You are a girl,” Mrs. P chimes in.               does not like being spoken about in this way.                                                      I smile at her and say. “No I am not the
                                                                                                     I was amazed. This woman who is having            doctor. My name is Taalibah Ahmed. I am
  “Yes I am. Is that a problem? If you prefer       But her expression suddenly changes to one       difficulty remembering who I am is telling
                                                    of wonder and once again she asks me.                                                              the student doctor. The doctor will be with
  to see the doctor, I completely understand.”                                                       this amazing story of when she was young.         you in just a moment.”
                                                    “Are you the doctor?” I smile and remind her     All of a sudden this frail woman became
  My patient explains. “No it’s fine. It’s just                                                      strong in my eyes. I continued the encounter      She smiles at me and says, “It’s nice to see a
  nice to see a woman doctor. When I was            again that I am the student but it is not like
                                                    reminding her at all. Now I understand to        and attempted to illicit more information         woman doctor. I am proud of you.”
  young, women were not doctors.”                                                                    from her. I now understood the reason for
                                                    her it is like the first time she has met me.
                                                    Our previous conversation is lost. She once      her daughter’s presence. Much of the infor‐
  I smile and attempt to redirect the encoun‐                                                        mation I obtain from her daughter. Her
  ter. “So you are here for follow‐up of hyper‐     again tells me how nice it is to see a woman
                                                                                                     daughter states that despite her having




           Jamaica CAMEO Spring Break 2009
                                                                                                                                               Andy Lane, Class of 2012
A child waiting to see the doctor, Rocky Pointe




                                                                                                                                                                       Patients awaiting service,
                                                                  Residents in Celebration                                                                                   Rocky Pointe
                                                                                                               Final patient of the day, Portland Cottage
                                                            I was different. How                                  a Bona Fide Prison;                                                                    I learned that I healed others simply

 Tired          Author Unknown
                                                            weird.
                                                                                                                  Possible Water Boarding during breaks.
                                                                                                                                                                                                         because of my enthusiasm to help.
                                                                                                                                                                                                         How easy!
                                                           Who was I now? Did I
                                            have time to think about it? Probably                                 PASS: Onward and upward = …whew;                                                       …even while on my PDA to look up the
 If ever Accepted, I thought about what     not…hah                                                               Wow…                                                                                   generic of Lasix…again…
 I might do: Sprint through the streets
 screaming at the top of my lungs I         OK. Three hours left till sleep, two                                  Survival worked.                                                                       Yet, if I do not progress appropriately,
 thought. It made me smile.                 hours left till sleep, negative two hours
                                            since I was supposed to be asleep,                                    Take a breath.                                                                         Heavy weight of ever looming incompe‐
 Then, It really Happened.                  negative 3 hours… Aren’t you going to                                                                                                                        tence is Crushing
                                            sleep? Get up 2 hours earlier, you can                                Real live patients… Holy Gosh; kids
 With bubbling excitement I tran‐           study then. Fine. Fruitless hours.                                    too?!                                                                                  I want my patients to have a Great
 scended on to medical school               What day is it? What month is it?                                                                                                                            Doctor.
                                            Beats me…                                                             I couldn’t really stop… the curriculum
 “Well, Hold onto that feeling, you’ll                                                                            honestly didn’t allow for it.                                                          They deserve this, I demand this.
 Need to remember it someday” said a        You forgot to verbalize your inspection
 Second year.                               before auscultation.                      What if I hurt someone or scarred them                                                                             To me, this still requires a considerable
                                                                                      for the rest of their lives?                                                                                       gauntlet. Can my body take it?
 And then, there It all was before me.      You forgot the current data on first line
                                            treatment for HTN                         Could I bear that burden? Wait a sec‐                                                                              Arching against muscle memory every
 Death, dismemberment with honor;                                                     ond, was that likely?                                                                                              single day
 Vick’s vapor rub jammed up my nose to      You forgot how to unfold a drape cor‐
 get through it all ‐ Honestly the most     rectly                                                                                                                                                       Uncertainly, hopefully
                                                                                      I kept going… the alternative was Not
 Difficult hours of my life … my cadaver
                                                                                                                  an option.
 had not been preserved appropriately       You forgot the leading cause of heredi‐                                                                                                                      Damn it!
                                            tary anemia in Southeast Asia                                         The constant variable of Time… I con‐
 Timeless months spent feverishly trying
                                                                                                                  tinued to Age                                                                          Something BIG within me has started to
 to absorb EVERY thing.                     You forgot to ask specifically about use                                                                                                                     return, though.
                                            of homeopathic remedies, acupunc‐
                                                                                                                  I met Real people
 After all, it was a matter of life or      ture, or chiropractors                                                                                                                                       Sometimes, I want to run through the
 death: Life or death for my patient.
                                                                                                                  Darkest secrets and every body system                                                  streets screaming at the top of my
 Or, for me?                                You forgot to wash your hands again
                                                                                                                  reviewed in less than one hour                                                         lungs
                                            after touching your hair
 For certain death of who I once was, I
                                                                                                                  This was my skill; that I was given                                                    As I think about what a beautiful ca‐
 would be no longer.                        (Do you really have ANY talent?)
                                                                                                                  Time.                                                                                  reer this will be.
 Back home, I was the medical student.      USMLE Step 1: Eight hours of torture in
                                                                                                                  I motivated, I encouraged, I laughed                                                   If only I wasn’t so Tired…




Risin’                                                                                                                                                                                               My North Star
                                                             I stood almost dead center of                                       energy and blood                                                   
                                                                    this woman’s vagina!                                                  
                                                                                                               Inflating her corpus into a 
                                                            My left hand, like a robot guided                          helpless waddling land whale                                

Amanda Pearcy, Class of 2012                                                                                                                                                                     Michelle Miller, Class of 2012
                                                                  the suture string as my                Inducing uninvited nausea, a 
                                                               attending repaired her tear                                                             
                                                                                                              slowly a bating fatigue,                
                                                                        What an event!                                             
                                                                                                                  With growth of an appetite 
A week ago Wednesday         Hey Doc, I got a problem                I thought to myself                                          
                                                                                                                      larger than a giant’s,                                                                                        
                                                                      I could never do it                                          
                                                                                                                And for icing on the cake, you                                                                                                   To my North Star,
had a day I will always      and it’s giving me fits
remember                                                      There must be a place where                              trick her into spending money 
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         For all my years to come.
                             My legs got a risin’ and its    women go to get this strength                                        
                                                                                                                           on you                                                      

Hadn’t realized I’d hear a   hurting me to sit                                                             And in gratitude, you kick her!                     
                                                                 I just haven’t found it yet                                                                                                                                    Whilst variations may be eminent,
                                                             I guess you can tell that I have                               But in return she smiles?                               
word back from class in                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Tho’ not predictable,
                             A risin’? Oh my what the        never expelled a human being                                                But why?                                                          
September
                             heck is that?                                                              Didn’t she realize that she might 
                                                                   from my own orifices                                                                                                                                  I will hold your charts closest to my heart
                                                                                                                                    be losing?                                                                        
                                                                      Ah, but will I ever?                                            
She was 13 and spoke with                                                                                                                                                                                                   During high seas and clear skies alike,
                          Am I in over my Doctor‐to‐         I saw this woman three times                             I withdrew my blank stare from 
a Southern accent and a
deep drawl                Be Hat?                                    before her birthing                                                                                   Whether in uncharted territory or well‐traveled routes,
                                                                                                                    her repaired battle scar                                         
                                                                 ‘They’ call it a “delivery!”                                      
                                                                                                             And gazed at mother and son      
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 I will look to you,
                                                                                                                           They suddenly no longer 
                                                                           I call it war!                                                         
She was in for a checkup,    Oh no, on no, I want to
                                                              Her lacerations, proof of her                  seemed like opponents                                                              the guidance you have bestowed to me
                                                                                                                                                                                           For
not a break, bruise or a     help this girl so much.
                                                                                                       A euphoric aura exuded from 
                                                             battle and proof of her victory                                            
fall
                                                             As the miniature being finally                                      their togetherness                                                      
                             To be the physician with
Pretty as the dark sky as    the healing touch.                              emerged,                                                    
                                                                                                                    The thirty nine weeks of slow                                                 How to Submit to HEAL
                                                                   I thought to myself—                               human torture                                                         
it shines with the moon at                                                                                                                                       Interested in adding your art, photography, writing, poem, or
                                                                                                          Literally ending in a vivacious 
                                                                   “How beautiful”                               
its peak                     Am I trying too hard? Is                                                                                                                            other artistic expression to this collaboration?
                                                               Then I saw the agony that                                burst of life.                                                                        
                             this job not for me?                                                                                                                                                              EMAIL
                                                                                                                  The war was over.                                              
                                                               masked her true aesthetics                                                    
Not knowing me from
                                                                And recalled the moments                                   All of a sudden it seemed                             Amanda Pearcy                                               anp08@med.fsu.edu
Adam, she looked at me       I asked her to show me
                                                                      before this war…                                                                             Jordan Rogers
                                                                                                                              worthwhile.                                                                                                     jsr04@med.fsu.edu
so meek                      scared for what I would
                                                                                                       But still I wondered where she 
                                                             I thought – You little parasite!                                                                                    Dr. Jose Rodriquez                                 jose.rodriquez@med.fsu.edu
                             see
                                                            Leaching on this poor woman’s                                 went to find that strength. 
For telling your business
to a stranger is tough       I waited baited, throat                                                                                                                               Please note, pieces selected for the HEAL newsletter may


But she spoke with trepi‐
dation and began with a
                             with a lump

                             Relax she said….it’s just a
                                                              Birthing a Parasite                                                                                                   be reprinted in our annual book publication. Revision of
                                                                                                                                                                                  artistic works to fill space allotment are at the discretion
                                                                                                                                                                                                                   of the editorial staff.
laugh                        bump.                             Camille Hippolyte, Class of 2010                                                                                         Thank you and we look forward to your excellent submissions.

				
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