(An updated version of this post appears at my Public Library of Science blog DNA Science
“That’s not Ebola!” I said to the vendor standing beside a display of boxer shorts festooned with pathogens, at a National Association of Biology Teachers conference a few years ago.
“No, that’s Ebola. Read the tag.”
“The tag’s wrong. It’s influenza. See the spokes on the surface? Ebola looks like a long soup ladle.”
He didn’t believe me, but the website was corrected a few months later. I still have my faux Ebola shorts somewhere.
JUST 7 GENES
The stark seeming-simplicity of the Ebola virus flashes across my mind whenever I get email from Emmanuel, a medical student in Liberia. My husband and I have been supporting his education since he contacted me in 2007 after reading Human Genetics: Concepts and Applications
, my textbook very soon to be published in its 11th edition. The story of our relationship, today between two families, is here
, but since then Eman has become a father, naming his son after my husband Larry.
Eman is our son in the African sense, not based on DNA. Escalating panic pervades his emails of the past few days. Right now he has a high fever, headache, and diarrhea, but says it is "only typhoid, not to worry."
The electronic communication with our Liberian friend is odd in the face of the crumbling infrastructure, the abandoned hospitals and schools. He taps on a phone, too terrified to enter an Internet cafe. And I’m mortified that the NBC nightly news placed a lengthy NASCAR crash report before an Ebola update. Eman wants to know why the US didn’t pay attention until the arrival here of two white, American patients. So do I. Read More