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The Words We Leave Behind

From the De La Salle University Department of Literature Facebook page:

Join us for a compelling and insightful webinar titled The Words We Leave Behind, featuring Dr. Lance Catedral—medical doctor and winner of the Arturo Rotor Memorial Awards for Literature of the Philippine College of Physicians for fiction and creative nonfiction. This special session is part of the course LIT370: Pathography – Writing Illness to Wellness, and will take place on June 28, 2025 (Saturday), from 1:30 PM to 3:45 PM via Zoom.

This webinar is FREE and open to the public. It is organized by the students of LIT370 (Term 3, AY 2024–2025) under Dr. Marjorie Evasco. Participants will also receive a digital certificate of attendance upon completion of the webinar.

Dr. Lance Catedral is an internist and medical oncologist from Koronadal City, South Cotabato. He completed his subspecialty training in medical oncology in 2020. His interests include precision medicine, global oncology, and medical humanities. His works have been published in the anthology From the Eyes of a Healer, the Cotabato Literary Journal, and the Journal of Patient Experience. Since 2004, he has been blogging regularly at bottledbrain.com.

Dr. Catedral will share his personal journey at the intersection of medicine and literature, reflecting on how storytelling and writing can illuminate the human experience of illness, healing, and care. Through this talk, participants will gain a deeper understanding of pathography as both a literary form and a means of processing the emotional and ethical complexities of health and illness.
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  1. UnknownThu Jul 03, 08:48:00 PM GMT+8

    dang, missed this! is it archived on the DLSU FB page?

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    1. Lance CatedralSun Jul 06, 01:51:00 AM GMT+8

      Hi Ate, please shoot me an email and I can send you the link to the recording.

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