Sick of myself

 “In the end, we all become stories,” says Margaret Atwood, the great Canadian novelist and poet; and in the end, most of us will become patients too. In becoming a patient at the age of forty, while practicing as a physician and educator, I can now reflect and admit that everything I thought I knew about a patient’s journey and my own empathy was somewhat naive. My perspective has forever been changed; and, I have now become a story, a medical fairytale of a “wounded healer” to be passed into the future as a clinical case report.1