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[Wakley Prize Essay] On seeing Roses

27 Dec 2014

A year ago, I met my neighbour, Gary, while he was in sudden cardiac arrest. Despite living on the same hallway for 3 years, we had never noticed one another. Our introduction that day began with a rather unconventional handshake: the jarring compressions of the heels of my hands against his sternum. I met his wife Rose that day too. She stood barefoot on the cold cement outside of our building and watched in horror. With each compression of Gary's chest—“One and two and three and”—Rose screamed protests: “No! No! No!” The setting was hardly ordained for neighbourly relations.

Click here to view the full article which appeared in The Lancet