<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Danielle MerrySperry]]></title><description><![CDATA[Danielle MerrySperry]]></description><link>https://www.thesickdoctorspeaks.com/writing</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 04:49:48 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.thesickdoctorspeaks.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[I Was a Doctor. Then I Walked Away.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Imagine this: a doctor walking out of the hospital, not knowing what comes next. Halfway through my fellowship in pediatric palliative care, I had a patient encounter that left me shaken to my core. My patient was dying from a bowel disorder. Like me, he depended on IV nutrition to stay alive. It was keeping him alive, but it wasn’t considered a long-term solution. That day, the attending told his family he had “a few years at best.” I still remember those words more than five years later....]]></description><link>https://www.thesickdoctorspeaks.com/post/i-was-a-doctor-then-i-walked-away</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ab9b09ee3d65231930937c3</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 00:12:18 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>am219513</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>