The year was 1941BMJ 2002; 324 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.324.7333.335 (Published 09 February 2002) Cite this as: BMJ 2002;324:335
- Stella E G Gibson, retired consultant in public health medicine
“Oh,” cried my mother illogically, “if only Daddy was here he would know what to do.” I say illogically because my father, a prosperous Scottish general practitioner, had been killed by a landmine while he was manning his first aid post.
My mother's problem was selling the practice. All the young doctors were away at the war, and only one offer was made from a doctor already in the town, one that my mother considered inadequate. “I'll just not sell the practice at all. I can't let …