race and medicine

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It is a Wednesday morning and I’ve made my usual trek to UCSF for our weekly Renal Grand Rounds. A drive to the BART train station. From BART to MUNI where I pick up the N-Judah bus, which drops me off in front of the medical center about 45 minutes after I’ve left my home.

dentist or dialysis?

About 6 weeks ago, after at least 2 years of planning, I started recruiting patients for my first clinical trial. I named it the Kidney and Periodontal Disease study primarily for the cutesy acronym, KAPD—to be pronounced “capped.” You know, like teeth? Tee hee.

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About a 160 or so pounds ago when my son was fussy and pudgy, I sang to him. You take the good, you take the bad, you take ‘em both and there you have the facts of life gave way to Temporary layoffs! Good times! and a rousing Oh well we’re moving on up! To the east side.