RT Journal
A1 Kittle JT
T1 THe artist of medicine
JF JAMA
JO JAMA
YR 2011
FD December 14
VO 306
IS 22
SP 2429
OP 2430
DO 10.1001/jama.2011.1749
UL http://dx.doi.org/10.1001/jama.2011.1749
AB 
They may not have realized it, but they missed things in their hours, their months, of meticulous dissection of this woman's remains. They saw her shaved head, but missed the fact that she spent her 54 years with long, wavy brown hair. When they separated the thin muscles in her arms, they couldn't tell that before six months of chemotherapy, her forearms were strong and defined from 30 years spent building stained-glass windows. And when they discovered how the cancer grew in her reproductive organs and spread throughout her body, they couldn't even imagine something else had grown there before. But I can imagine it. I can imagine that she gave birth twice. In fact, I know she gave birth twice. How can I be so certain? Because the first time was to my big sister, Kelsey, and the second time was to me.