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Wednesday, June 13:1 met with Dr. Z., who was visiting from "Kazoo" [Kal-amazoo]. She's married to a hematologist and has a family. I wondered how she and her husband had their mail addressed: Dr. and Dr. Z.? She said she went by Mrs. because it's the harder title to keep...
Headed by Dr. Delano Meriwether,* 30, a black hematologist, Harvard's Health Careers Summer Program accepts youngsters whose grades and motivation make them good physician and dentist material, but whose lack of finances and educational background tends to keep them out of these professions. The university has little trouble finding applicants. In the program's first year, 267 students applied and 55 were accepted. This summer 2,000 applied and 162 were allowed in. Of those in this year's class, 100 are blacks. The rest are Indians, Chicanes, U.S.-born Puerto Ricans and disadvantaged whites...
...bleeds into her skin and her brain. "You son of a bitch!" shouts her father. "Haven't you tortured her enough?" He goes berserk and tries to slug every doctor in sight. The resident gives the girl special emergency treatments, including a respirator. Prader, the hematologist, now, unexpectedly, opposes the resident. "Don't you think it's time to stop being heroic?" he asks. "Don't you think enough is ever enough?" Says the resident: "There is no reason not to use everything we have," and he challenges Prader to "turn off the respirator...
Standing Up. Anesthesiologist Barbara Lipton encountered a typical response while interning at Yale-New Haven Hospital. She held retractors for a neurosurgeon during a particularly long operation. The surgeon, duly impressed with her perseverance, sent her a Christmas greeting: "To one of the boys." Says Pediatrician-Hematologist Darleen Powars: "There are hundreds of ways to discourage woman surgeons. There's no place for a woman resident to sleep. And if you want to urinate some other way than standing up, you have a problem...
Baltimore. July 1970. Dr. Delano Meriwether, a 27-year-old hematologist, is stretched out on his bed watching a telecast of a track meet between the U.S. and France. He stares intently at the 100-meter dash, turns to his wife Myrtle and says, "Hey, I think I can beat those guys." Myrtle nods and mutters, "Sure, honey...