Pink | Dee Sparacio
I’ve never liked pink. Honestly, that is just the way I have been since I was young. I’ve always shied away from clothing that was any shade of pink. I just don’t think the color goes well with my complexion. I hardly ever dressed my daughter in pink when she was little and to this day she doesn’t wear pink either.
Of Mice and Men: The Language of Medicine | Erin Stevens, MD
My third year of fellowship is my research year. Whereas I long to go back to the clinical service and talk to patients, my current patients are mice. My mice are housed on the ninth floor of the basic science building in the Department of Laboratory Animal Research, or DLAR. Over two months ago, I gave a small cohort of them ovarian cancer. I go every day to weigh them and see if they’re growing tumors. So far, it has worked in about half of them – suffice it to say I’m definitely better cut out for the clinical side of gynecologic oncology. Due to construction, the direct elevators to the DLAR have been out of service for months. You either have to take the stairs up nine flights or cut through the construction site. I usually choose the latter.