At my mother’s first oncology appointment, I sat beside her, swaddled in my Harvard sweatshirt. I hoped that the name of the august institution where I was an undergraduate would, in the doctor’s eyes, transport my mother from the wasteland of “difficult,” “noncompliant,” and “welfare queen” to…
Insight Medicine Lacks — The Continuing Relevance of Henrietta Lacks
At my mother’s first oncology appointment, I sat beside her, swaddled in my Harvard sweatshirt. I hoped that the name of the august institution where I was an undergraduate would, in the doctor’s eyes, transport my mother from the wasteland of “difficult,” “noncompliant,” and “welfare queen” to…