Rui is a MD/PhD student currently pursing a PhD at Duke University.
Lindsey is a third year MD/PhD student at Duke University School of Medicine
Megha is a third year medical student at the Duke University School of Medicine
Rosa is third year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
S. Tammy Hsu, MD
Tammy is first year resident at the Duke University Medical Center
Sarah is a fourth year medical student at the Duke University School of Medicine
Norah is a fourth year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Shan is a fourth year MD/MBA candidate at Duke University School of Medicine.
Thao is a fourth year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Zachary is a fourth year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Devon is a third year MD/PhD student at Duke University School of Medicine
Austin is a second year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Emily is a second year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Kira is a second year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Seth is a second year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
David is a first year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Linda is a first year medical student at Duke University School of Medicine
Natalie is a sophomore undergraduate at Duke University
Jeffrey Baker, MD PhD
Dr. Jeffrey Baker is a Professor of Pediatrics and Practice of History, and the director of the Trent Center for Bioethics, Humanities, and History of Medicine.
Brian Quaranta, MD
Dr. Brian Quaranta is an associate professor of radiation oncology, with experience in a wide spectrum of cancers in both curative and palliative situations, with a particular interest in treating prostate and breast cancers.
Sneha Mantri, MD
Dr. Sneha Mantri is an Assistant Professor of Neurology, specializing in movement disorders and has obtained a masters degree in narrative writing.
Racing down the road, I kept assuring myself that “we don’t lose babies anymore to croup” but I could see the terror in my baby’s eyes as she struggled for air.
Alerted to our imminent arrival, the ED staff flew into action and the rest is a blur to me. What
I do remember is the supportive and professional manner in which we were served and the voice of my doctor.
I could surrender my baby into their competent hands because I knew their highest priority was saving her life.
Assistant Professor of Social Work at Aurora University (IL) and coordinates the Health Care and Gerontology Specializations
Anatomy lab was the part of medical school that really scared me most.
Actually the thought of it quintessentially terrified me.
The smell and fluid exposure was the tiniest part of that fear. Death scares me. And yes, as a clinician, I’m scared to see someone else die. Yes, people like me can go to medical school. I thought I would faint, throw up, be in the hallway in the first three minutes.
In part, it was the idea that I would be there while someone’s mom, daughter, grandmother would be taken apart muscle by muscle.
Yet, it was more than this. It was the fact I would be there with what was left. Standing next to an incomplete set of organs, tissues, bones. Parts of a structure that once collectively felt the ultimate stressor.
That I would be left wondering at what point a person became the bone in my bone box.
The moaning grew louder as a young woman, age 19, limped into the room.
She was covered in blood and black char. Looking confused and horrified, she dropped to her knees, gasped for air, and threw her head back, attempting to scream but nothing came out. The ED nurses raced to her side and quickly escorted her to one of the beds. Just a moment later
a young man, age 21, tranquilly shuffled in with nothing on but a pair of charred shorts. His entire body was seared black, as if he had just fallen through a chimney. A smell wafted through the air that was sickly sweet and deeply unpleasant. It hit the back of my throat, eliciting a visceral response in me to move faster, smarter and reach deep for a sense of compassion I had not yet discovered within myself.