Most days, I’m the clinician. I opened the door to the exam room and, greeting my patient, stepped inside. I’d seen him for the first time just a few weeks before, and since then he’d had several tests done. Sitting down opposite him I took great care to explain his results and their significance. He had two potential options for treatment; one involved monitoring, the other involved medication. I recommended he take the medicine, but this recommendation was not made lightly. He was young, and after starting the medicine would likely need it lifelong. I wanted to help him understand the risks and benefits of both taking and not taking it. I wanted him to know my recommendation, but also that he did have options and the choice was his. I finished speaking and sat back, ready to answer any questions he might have. But he had no questions. Instead, with a sense of peace I could not miss, he replied with a statement that somehow transported me to a different room, in a different hospital...