Looking Back 57 Years

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

It was my first day at Emory University in the fall of 1963. I was with my fellow freshman on a huge, green lawn on a breezy, crisp day. We awaited some sort of orientation.

The campus was in a section of Atlanta called Decatur. It was and is an older, distinguished neighborhood.

I was Jewish, attending a Methodist school, because, it could provide an excellent premedical education. I was to learn that would match up well with the needs of many of my soon to be, Jewish, fraternity brothers

That day out on the lawn I was scared. It was all new to me.

Like most of my fellow freshmen I was now competing with a smarter group of students than I had in high school. It was an unknown.

As I look back it is hard to believe how wet I was behind the ears, so much so…

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Change, Change, Change

Sometimes reality is a little tough to grasp. Arguably, the most revered internist of all time, Sir William Osler, MD. (1849-1919), fell short with one particular procedure. In the era in which he practiced they did bleed patients to allegedly help them. He did likewise.

Even the current, crown jewel of European medical journals, established in the first half of the 19th Century was named after the instrument used to bleed, The Lancet.

(Paraphrased from Bryson, Bill. The Body (pp. 130-131). Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.) 

Hey if words can change so dramatically with time, certainly the progress of science can make the past medical techniques a shock to our systems in more than one way.