One of the best and worst parts of having parents who are both doctors is the stories they tell. From my mother and father, a dermatologist and a cardiologist, there were tales told at the dinner table — some thrilling, some gruesome or sad, all of them fascinating — that got me interested in how science, particularly medicine, plays out in our daily lives: the man who believed he had ants under his skin, or the American vets my dad treated during his internship at a Philippine naval base at the height of the Vietnam War. For those not similarly lucky and/or cursed enough to have grown up with stories like these, there is doctor and... More >>>