Taureef Mohammed Mr Campbell (not his real name) appeared lost. He was sitting in the living room in his suburban Ontario home where he and his wife had lived for decades. There were family photos on the walls. Souvenirs from around the world were neatly arranged on side tables alongside miniature porcelain dolls. In another
TAUREEF MOHAMMED IN 2011, WHEN I decided to apply to medical school, the idea of medicine being a lonely profession was nowhere in my mind. In fact, I was expecting it to be quite the opposite. At the time, I was working as a geophysicist trainee at the Ministry of Energy and Energy Affairs in
TAUREEF MOHAMMED IN AUGUST 2014, I interviewed Dr Premchand Ratan for our medical students’ magazine, The Pulse. At The Pulse we had just started a feature called “Lifework” in which we recognised the contributions of those who dedicated their lives to medicine in TT. Dr Solaiman Juman, a senior lecturer at UWI’s Faculty of Medical
TAUREEF MOHAMMED IT WAS my first ever overnight shift in the intensive care unit, and – as it is at the start of every new placement during medical training – I knew little about intensive care. A middle-aged man was brought down from the medicine ward to the ICU: he was struggling to breathe; every
TAUREEF MOHAMMED TALKING TO patients is part of being a doctor. Some doctors – like GPs, paediatricians, geriatricians, palliative care physicians, psychiatrists – are required to talk more than others. The conversations are usually pleasant. But I’d be lying if I said they were always so. Sometimes, they can be unsettling: like that time I