I spent last weekend in NYC. I didn’t go to a Broadway Show. I didn’t go shopping at Tiffany’s on 5th Avenue. I didn’t dine at any fine restaurants. Instead, I sat at 515 W. 59th—the location of the most recent Sinai suicide.
A new attending physician—just four days into her position at the hospital—walked across the street to a building that houses nearly 500 doctors.
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