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         <title>I stayed on after Tulane (84) for ENT residency (89), so, many years at Charity! Those first years there as a  “short coat” med student were powerful in my life, being given that much responsibility and intimate contact, at 24 years old, with patients there who had no one else to do the things we did, draw blood, keep track of labs, wheel them to CT scanner, check on them every morning when they might have passed away in the night. I remember Ruthie, who had a head injury, became gradually comatose (Neurosurgery block) and stayed in a vegetative coma for months on the ward, but months later I heard she finally woke up. I remember the young guy who came in to the ER one night (knife and gun club!) with nosebleeds for weeks, with a tiny glint of metal when I looked  way in the back of one nostril. XR showed a knife blade all the way through his facial bones and on closer exam he had a tiny almost-healed wound on his cheek - and when we showed him the XR he said, “oh yeah, I was in a fight a few weeks ago, I’d been drinking … I got knocked out, and when I woke up I saw that knife handle but no blade … I wondered what happened to that knife!” And - the intensity of the delivery wards, the view over the city from the upper floors, the tiny free-library for patients with ancient library books.  I loved that it was called Charity, and was proud to be part of it. All over New Orleans, and when I moved to Mandeville, and later worked in Hammond for years, I met people who had been treated there, born there, relatives died there. It’s a place of great power in New Orleans which is itself a powerful place! So glad it’s being restored. Steven Littlewood MD</title>
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