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When I met Christine Wunderlin three years ago, her left arm had swelled to about twice the size of her right.
For years, he said, scientists have been studying — basically in relation to brain cancer — the form of energy given off by cellphones known as radiofrequency waves, a type of nonionizing radiation that the International Agency for Research on Cancer has classified as “possibly carcinogenic to humans.”
When he was left alone in an office with his medical record open on the doctor’s desk, a longtime friend of mine admitted curiosity got the best of him and he went over to see his file.
Smiling, 17-year-old Samantha McClean walks down the stairs of her Henderson home with examples of her artwork under her arm. As she hurriedly makes her way to the living room, there is nothing about her entrance that suggests anything more or less than normalcy.
Ten years earlier, her Type 1 diabetes had already cost her the vision in one eye.
It was 2005 and retired Gen. Paul Tibbets, who led the A-bomb mission on Hiroshima, sat in the living room of his Ohio home and spoke about the role the Wendover airfield on the Nevada-Utah border played in the planning of the first use of the atomic bomb.
I saw the mass of barren trees off the riverbank. What had been green was now black. Nothing alive was visible.
You want to believe that someone who works in the health care industry has extra caring in his or her soul for their fellow man, that they’re at least partially driven by service to mankind, not solely by the pleasures and power made possible by the dollar.
The phone calls keep coming. Frequently the callers are angry. Often they’re crying.