A number of years
ago, I read a book called The Immortal Life of
Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot.
It's a fascinating story of how a young black mother in Baltimore was
diagnosed with cervical cancer in 1951.
She was treated with the radiation treatment of the time at Johns
Hopkins Hospital, and subsequently died.
Because she was poor and black, she and her family were not treated
quite the same way as an affluent white family would have been. Some of the tissue removed from her body
during surgery was saved for experimentation.
There was no consent given or asked for - as would have been the case
with any patient at the time.
During the course of
the examination, it was discovered that the cells from her tissue continued to
live and reproduce after other cells would have died. This amazed the researchers, and the cells
continued to thrive and reproduce. This makes them of incredible use in
developing new treatments and drugs - think drugs against polio, pneumonia,
AIDS, etc. Johns Hopkins gave these
cells to any legitimate research facility.
And the cells still live.
But Henrietta's
family knew none of this. Until they
started to hear rumors about it and got false information, and were contacted
by unscrupulous hucksters looking to make a buck. Then Rebecca Skloot learned something about
the story and decided she wanted to know about Henrietta Lacks as a person and
about her family.
This is where the
story begins - and the search is fascinating.
Recently I heard that Oprah Winfrey was making an HBO movie based on the
book. I subscribed to HBO just to see this movie and watched it this afternoon. As always, the book was better, but the movie
does capture the intensity of the feelings of both Ms Skloot (the white writer)
and Henrietta's children. I'd certainly
recommend both the book and the movie.
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