Despite three long years of high school French, the best I could come up with was “Je m’appelle Dr. Ofri.” More
The fact that a half-a-million people die each year from filariasis, Guinea worm, and onchocerciasis elicits little more than a yawn. But diseases like Ebola and swine flu had us riveted: horrific pathogens from the primordial African or Asian muck could migrate to infect the innocent Western world. Sounds like a thriller movie. Which it was. Outbreak, in 1995, grossed more money than the budget for most health departments. More
Imagine falling mysteriously ill in a foreign country, in which the language, culture, and customs have no bearing on your own. Imagine trying to find medical help and evaluating your potential healers without understanding the territory, while the shadow of imminent death lingers over your shoulder. This is roughly the experience that David Newman underwent when he discovered that he had a rare tumor that was hovering precariously near his brain stem. The foreign capital was a certain well-known medical city on the Hudson River. More
“They told me to give you this,†she said, as she pushed an envelope across the desk toward me. I’ve always been intrigued by who “they†are — those mystery people referred to with such assumed authority and universality. Particularly in a large city hospital, in which the staff is mammoth and constantly changing, “they†constitute a particularly encompassing force. More
Evidence-based medicine often induces more confusion than clarity. It also means different things to different people. More
So often in medicine we make it sound like the patient is responsible for the clinical outcomes of their illness. More