As Elizabeth Trujillo and I spoke late last year, I wondered how many more Americans would end up like her — unable to receive needed medical care until it was basically too late.
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Paul Harasim
When you live in Las Vegas and think about health care, it’s often too easy at the end of the year to find something negative to focus on — a hepatitis outbreak caused by medical professionals not following basic precautions, a TB outbreak caused for the same reason.
The phone call from my teacher wife came in during the afternoon.
The abrupt and mysterious closure of KE Medical Group — an action that left 16,000 patients in a lurch, many who’ve been unable to get prescriptions refilled, treatments completed, appointments made, records transferred — has become even more mysterious.
When you read the opening to the Nov. 8 “Dear Patient” letter that Tracey Brierly and some others received from the KE Medical Group, you realize that it embodies the weirdness surrounding the group’s very public demise.
They are the kind of survey results that provoke a reaction.
This past week, I received a phone call from a man who wanted to know if what he read on the Summerlin Hospital website from its CEO Robert Freymuller was true.
A ventilator kept my father alive. His heart couldn’t do its job.
She watched some segments of “Cops” on TV as a child and wondered how the officers got all their calls.
The more you talk with MountainView Hospital nurses, the more troubled you become.
On this morning I did it again. And I did it even after talking with Kelly Thomas Boyers the day before.
When I met Christine Wunderlin three years ago, her left arm had swelled to about twice the size of her right.
For years, he said, scientists have been studying — basically in relation to brain cancer — the form of energy given off by cellphones known as radiofrequency waves, a type of nonionizing radiation that the International Agency for Research on Cancer has classified as “possibly carcinogenic to humans.”
When he was left alone in an office with his medical record open on the doctor’s desk, a longtime friend of mine admitted curiosity got the best of him and he went over to see his file.