#Harvard Medical School

[epiph-annie]

"You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you if you work hard enough."

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Myron Rolle was a standout safety for the Florida State Seminoles. An All-American in 2008, Rolle helped the Seminoles win on the field, and off the field, he won a Rhodes Scholarship. After his college career, he took a year off from football to study at Oxford University as it was his goal to play in the NFL and also to become a neurosurgeon. After 2 seasons in the NFL, Rolle attended Harvard Medical School and is now a Global Neurosurgery Fellow at Harvard Medical School.

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Gonna donate my body to Havard Medical School so I can tell ppl Im going to Havard

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The Boylston Prize is cited as one of Jacobi's major achievements, for it was public recognition of her competence, and illustrated her ability to carry out a complex study, apply laboratory techniques, articulate her findings, and convince an audience of men to reconsider concepts of female physiology. Despite the impact and notoriety of her study, Harvard Medical School remained closed to women. A few years later, Jacobi took more direct action, writing to Morrill Wyman and zoologist Alexander Agassiz and calling for coeducation in support of Marion Hovey's offer. Then, in 1882, she joined Emily Blackwell and Marie Zakrzewska in raising another endowment, this time of $50,000, and offering it to Harvard on the condition that it accept women by 1891. Although financial difficulties forced college officials to consider the proposal, outraged faculty stepped in, and with threats of resignation, halted the women's efforts. Women did not enter Harvard Medical School until 1945.

-Carla Bittel, Mary Putnam Jacobi & The Politics of Medicine in Nineteenth-Century America.

[mudwerks]

(via Harvard Medical School morgue manager sold body parts, prosecutors allege)

so oldschool

like modern medicine’s early days 

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Learn how to make a medical board correctly

[cyclicallife]

My sister purchased sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt for me during the first few weeks of my initial treatment in mid-April 2016. Initially, I didn't want to wear them to treatment; I wanted to attend each grueling session dressed in a button-down collared shirt and trousers that blurred the line between dress and casual. I liked to look presentable—I needed to. 

I arrived at the treatment clinic directly from Chicago, where I worked on completing an MFA, actively attended daily classes, wrote my thesis and art history paper, and generated visual work in general. As such, I consciously dressed in a way that, I hoped, exuded professionalism and spoke to my qualities. There was, however, another very conscious act; I wanted to maintain this daily dress code as a 'fuck you!' to cancer. 

My work week was, in fact, a full-time job; I was in the treatment center Monday through Friday from 8 am to 4:30 pm. I often arrived before my oncologist and was in my chair, books, and laptop set up and ready to power ahead and finish an art history paper while they were still mixing up my toxic chemo cocktail. On one occasion, I heard my oncologist ask my nurse, "What is he doing over there?" she replied, "he's working." As I said, it was my full-time job; I was going to dress the part, grind away, and flip the bird to cancer.

But treatment took its toll. 

The nurse who at one time informed my oncologist I was working was now mainlining me with Ativan because the 40-hour week was causing such severe panic attacks. 

"It's Friday; we expect you to be like this," she said.

Was that a carte blanche to unhook my IVs and run screaming from the clinic? Perhaps, but I didn't have the energy to do so. Instead, I requested a blanket from the warmer, curled up, and cried.

The following week, I began wearing my new sweatpants and sweatshirt. 

No one took a second look at my attire. In fact, I received more attention when I showed up for treatment dressed like I was going in for a day as a data analyst than when I appeared in sweatpants, prepped for an 8-hour treatment cycle. The clothing I usually would only sleep in became my new go-to look on most days.

But it was more than a look, obviously, and more than physical comfort, which became increasingly important as the weeks dragged on. The ease of shedding one pair of sweatpants for another can't be overstated when depleted of all energy sources.

Since 2016, I have worn the same few pairs of sweatpants to bed when lounging around the house, and even while walking on the treadmill. After each washing, I am surprised that they remain intact. 

Recently, when I visited my sister, she saw the state of my sweatpants and immediately ordered new ones. She's like that; without hesitation, she will act in a way that might be simple but can change a person's entire day - usually for a lot longer. 

When I returned home from my visit, the package arrived within a day with various items, and yes, including sweatpants. 

With their arrival, I knew it was also time to part with the old pairs. I folded them neatly, ceremoniously, as if I were going to lay them to rest somewhere sacred and not put them in the trash as I did. When I returned to my room, I saw the new sweatpants and, though I partly expected this, became incredibly emotional. For undeniable reasons, there is an aspect of sentimentality brought about by years of owning something. However, when a particular thing has wrapped you up, encased you, and held you literally in its fibers during your most vulnerable times, its presence surpasses sentimentality. That, paired with the endless generosity of my sister, made giving up the old apparel and welcoming the new bittersweet. 

It is human nature to want the reassurance that something or someone will catch us if we fall; if we stumble, somebody will help us. The unconscious knowledge comforts us on some primordial level, that a hand will reach out and grasp us and that we can let go. 

After trying on my new sweatpants, feeling that strange pleasure of fabric that is both too crisp and refreshingly new, I understood that the garments my sister initially gave in 2016 were indeed that hand reaching out. Somewhere between ceremoniously discarding the well-worn apparel and snipping the tags off the new threads, I understood that the tiniest gesture holds the most significant importance. 

I had to remain in the car when my sister purchased the first set of various items for me. I was too ill to go into Old Navy. I sat curled up on her car's front seat, craving the comfort of my bed, the relief an anti-nausea medication would bring. Her return with multiple bags containing an assortment of clothing was her way of offering me comfort; it was one of many, but this particular gift came during the first stages of my treatment when I felt particularly rough. 

We arrived home, and though it was several years (and another lifetime) ago, I can remember the comfort of my new sweatshirt. Though I have since parted with the pants, I refuse to leave behind the sweatshirt and all the memories, good and bad, that it conjures up. 

[simonh]

Dystrophin Abnormalities in Neuormuscular Disease by National Library of Medicine Via Flickr: Series Title(s): NIH director's Wednesday afternoon lecture series Contributor(s): Kunkel, Louis M. National Institutes of Health (U.S.) Publication: [Bethesda, Md. : National Institutes of Health, 1990] Language(s): English Format: Still image Subject(s): Neuromuscular Diseases, Dystrophin Genre(s): Posters Abstract: Predominantly gray poster with red and white lettering announcing a lecture given Nov. 1990 by Louis M. Kunkel, Ph.D., prof. of genetics at Harvard Medical School. Visual image is an abstraction of the myosin and actin filaments of a sarcomere, depicted with yellow and gray rods. The first iteration shows the rods in a close formation, as in a normal, contracted muscle; they become separated by greater distances in the iterations below. All text near bottom of poster. Extent: 1 photomechanical print (poster) : 72 x 43 cm. Technique: color NLM Unique ID: 101449377 NLM Image ID: A030719 Permanent Link: resource.nlm.nih.gov/101449377

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The Impact of Private Equity on Hospital Care Quality

A Troubling Trend: Declining Hospital Care Quality Post-Private Equity Acquisition In recent years, the healthcare sector has seen a significant influx of private equity investments. A nationwide analysis, including a study from Harvard Medical School, has brought to light some concerning trends associated with these investments, particularly in the context of hospital care quality. The Core…

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Genetic-screening laws struck Jonathan Beckwith, a professor of microbiology and molecular genetics at Harvard Medical School, as potentially "the opening wedge for a eugenics program." In 1974, in an article in Psychology Today, Beckwith and two younger co-authors warned that "in the age of the technological fix, this country is heading for genetic and behavioral control of society." They continued, "Who will exercise the control? Who will make the decisions about which genes are defective, and which behavior abnormal? Who will make the decisions about the genetic worth of prospective human beings?"²⁶

26. Lappé, Genetic Politics, pp. 70, 90-93; Samuel P. Bessman and Judith P. Swazey, "Phenylketonuria: A Study of Biochemical Legislation", in E. Mendelsohn, J. P. Swazey, and I. Taviss, eds., Human Aspects of Biomedical Innovation (Harvard University Press, 1971), pp. 50-51; President's Commission for the Study of Ethical Problems in Medicine and Biomedical and Behavioral Research, Screening and Counseling for Genetic Conditions: The Ethical, Social, and Legal Implications of Genetic Screening, Counseling, and Education Programs (Government Printing Office, 1983), pp. 13-14; Committee for the Study of Inborn Errors of Metabolism . . . National Research Council, Genetic Screening: Programs, Principles, and Research, pp. 24-25, 28, 29, 51, 92-93. Ausubel, Beckwith, and Janssen, "The Politics of Genetic Engineering: Who Decides Who's Defective?" p. 45. Tracy Sonneborn, a colleague of H. J. Muller, though sympathetic to germinal choice, privately challenged its control by any centralized group of sages. "Even if the sages were all truly Sages, there is a Hitlerian overtone that is repugnant." Sonneborn to Muller, Sept. 28, 1965, Hermann J. Muller Papers, Germinal Choice file, box IV.

"In the Name of Eugenics: Genetics and the Uses of Human Heredity" - Daniel J. Kevles

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Problems in the medical establishment begin in academia

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The brain uses approximately half the glucose that a person ingests and if (s)he's on a low-calorie diet more.

-Doc HuntingBear

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ChiefHuntingBear is a Shaman who used to practice neurosurgery at Mass General.

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Old Hickory - Harvard - Medical School - Doctors

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Harvard Medical School Postgraduate Fellowships for International Students

Medical Scholarships for International Students – Harvard Medical School Postgraduate Fellowships for International Students The most common fellowships DMS students apply to are: Aging Research Dissertation Awards to Increase Diversity Eligibility: Encouraged applicants are individuals from racial and ethnic groups that have been shown by the National Science Foundation to be underrepresented…