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I’ve been quiet. Here’s why:
At my 20-year college reunion in May, dozens of old friends arrived at our campus and started snapping photos on Georgetown’s front lawn. I, too, was on campus, but on the back side, at the university hospital, laid out on a gurney in the emergency room’s trauma suite…
I’ve been quiet. Here’s why:
At my 20-year college reunion in May, dozens of old friends arrived at our campus and started snapping photos on Georgetown’s front lawn. I, too, was on campus, but on the back side, at the university hospital, laid out on a gurney in the emergency room’s trauma suite…
Vital article. If even an experienced science journalist can fall afoul of the institutional misogyny threaded through medicine, what chance do the rest of us have?
This is about the U.S, but the issues around “women’s complaints“, of course, apply internationally.
Two male attending physicians were performing a rushed ultrasound on my chest, tilting the screen so I could see the melon-sized tumor nestled between my lung and my heart. I could make out a large mass, ink black, looming next to my four chambers.
My chest felt tight, as it had for days.
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“Has anyone told you what we think this is?” one physician blurted while he toyed distractedly with the finicky ultrasound machine. “This looks like cancer...”
I flashed back to my 25-year-old self when a mechanic told me my brake pads were so shot, he was surprised I hadn’t already died in a car accident. Both men’s words made me feel undeserving of my good fortune for surviving and ashamed of my womanly ignorance. How had I let it come to this?