Lippincott's, Page 99

 

Amidst all the chaos and WTFery of the past 24 hours, I've seen a lot of Facebook posts about the awesome things that people do in response to terrible shit. Between the terrible shit and the politicizing, there is Mr. Rogers, reminding us to look for the helpers. My friend Erin is a first year med student, and she entered this poem in a contest (which she won)Yay, Erin!. I am sooo proud to know you. Anyway, this speaks to me about why doctors, nurses, and first responders do what they do: Lippincott’s, Page 99 By Erin Armao   Question 5: A 4-month old infant is seen by the pediatrician He was born on a Wednesday, three days after Christmas. His mother said he was her best present.   for failure to thrive.  Examination shows distinct hepatosplenomegaly. He was just starting to smile, especially when his daddy blew raspberries on his belly.   Lab results show elevated transaminases and bilirubin, Out of nowhere he was sick- so sick.  His sister gave him her favorite teddy bear   suggestive of liver failure.  so he wouldn’t be lonely in his hospital crib.   The boy dies shortly thereafter And then, suddenly, he was gone.   and upon autopsy, precipitated carbohydrate was found in the liver. After a while they lifted him-still and pale and impossibly small- from his mother’s arms.   The boy most likely had a mutation in which of the following enzymes?     A: His name was Jacob.