Because Good Medicine Deserves Better Explanations
The courtroom in Nuremberg was silent when the verdicts were read.
Not ceremonial silence.
Not relief.
A compressed silence.
Doctors had testified in the language of physiology. Ice water. Pressure chambers. Oxygen deprivation. Pulse slowing, then stopping. The body described as mechanism. Death recorded as observation.
Otto Warburg believed cancer was not written in genes, but in how a cell handles energy—how it breathes, or fails to. He lived, worked, and survived inside Nazi Germany, leaving behind extraordinary science and an enduring silence that still unsettles.
A narrative nonfiction analysis of Ronald Reagan’s Alzheimer’s disease, exploring how memory, power, and performance separated without collapse.
When tests are normal but patients aren’t, medicine struggles. A reflection on the “medical orphans,” uncertainty, and what it means to stay.
Mrs. Alvarez sits in the waiting room with a purse full of appointment slips. They’re soft at the edges, creased from weeks of being handled and rehandled. Inside the purse is a worn photo of her newborn grandson. It isn’t decoration; it’s something steady to look at when the day begins to tilt…