Why age matters in healthcare

In the darkness we went out to take down the plastic. I pushed off the concrete block that was anchoring the sheeting on the low roof. As the sheeting was caught by the wind I shouted a warning into the drowning wind. I found my brother lying, bloodied, but he breathed. I dragged him inside. Mum cleaned his head wound and put him to bed. Next morning he went to school as usual. Our health experiences prejudice our view of healthcare, something medical education can never undo. Does age also prejudice our perceptions of health?

As children we are weapons in support of our parents’ health beliefs. Visits, interventions, and …