In 2018, final-year medical students were invited to share their honest, anonymous concerns about starting their Foundation Year 1 (FY1) placements. Scribbled on Post-it notes, these snippets of vulnerability revealed a rarely voiced undercurrent of fear, self-doubt, and reflection as they prepared to cross the threshold from student to doctor. It was about identity, responsibility, and what it means to grow up in a profession where the stakes are life and death

We’re living in what Suzanne O’Sullivan calls The Age of Diagnosis . And it’s a bloody accurate description of the landscape right now —...

“You’re an Academic, Harry” I got called an academic recently. Not in a brag-worthy way — I just needed to be a “second academic” for a...

There’s an underestimated burden that comes with being a doctor — particularly now, particularly in isms and specialisms with high...

I want to take a moment to rehabilitate the word holistic. Because for a long time, holistic was the kind of word that made my teenage...

Some exits are ceremonial. Speeches. Handshakes. Cake. And some — well, some happen in a corridor, in a whisper loud enough to echo for years. On why I left renal medicine — and what I learned in the wreckage.