During our student presentations in genetics last semester, Bo-Kyu Kim (he goes by Bo) drew portraits of many of us. We can only trust that our presentations were so riveting that he did not need to take notes, but internalized every word.
I thought I would have a mental break from genetics, at least for a while, and I thought I would not get the chance to see many of the diseases we studied, at least for a while. But when following an obstetrician-gynecologist, I met a woman with neurofibromatosis. Afterwards the doctor quizzed me, “Type 1 or type 2?” It was type 1; these patients have raised mole-like tumors and “cafe au lait” spots all over their skin, as well as nodules in their irises. Real people deal with these rare but real diseases. The doctor relayed to me the story of another mother with neurofibromatosis who identified that her baby had inherited the same, even though her doctor had not thought so. She made the baby cry. “Look,” she said, as the cafe-au-lait spots showed up on the baby’s African American skin. Often in medicine, as in life, mothers know best.
Again, a patient renewed my motivation to pay attention to details. The doctor advised me to read about diseases whenever I encounter them at the hospital because I will more likely remember the associated details if I place them with the memory of a patient.
Below, Bo’s art show.




Hope in Full Color