“Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for men’s eyes—but not for thine— Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening. The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf, And the vexed ore no mineral of power; And they who love thee wait in anxious grief Till the slow plague shall bring the final hour…” From Consumption by William Cullen Bryant – – – Tuberculosis (TB) is a disease of global concern, and one of the oldest enemies of the human race: the records of its presence date…
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By azadeharjmandi
Azadeh Arjmandi is a graduate student in the Department of Pathology & Laboratory Medicine, working on a neuroimmunology project. She is fascinated by the brain and all neurological disorders. Her other interests include literature, classical music, and world history.