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It was January 3, 1993 when my sister passed away from a long, difficult yet courageous battle with breast cancer. I watched from a distance (she in Connecticut and I in Florida) as my sibling traversed through the peaks and valleys of her treatment, never once did I hear her complain about her plight or the painful and experimental treatments she endured. I often wondered why this was so. It wasn’t until after her death that the family learned of a relationship that she had with one of her oncologists, a brave physician who understood how to fight alongside their patient for the duration of the battle. A physician who was at the bedside when my sister passed away, a physician who took the time to say a few words to the family members left behind. While this physician gave great medical care, in the end, I believe my sister would say that the care given by this physician’s heart had the greatest value. While this physician never placed a needle in my arm or adjusted my dosage of chemo, his practice of healthcare has had a healing effect upon me. So what is my Philosophy of Healthcare? Not sure I could ever fully put it into words, but through my sister’s caregiver, I have seen what I think it should be.