Cloning is a fickle process that can make even the most seasoned bench scientists scream in frustration. By the time you perform a colony PCR and run the gel to check for your insert, you’ve invested several days in preparing these transformed cells. But then, the unthinkable happens. When you image your gel…the target band is missing.
I didn’t want to write this blog. I am sad, angry, tired, confused, and not in the mood to write. I wanted to ask someone to cover for me. But I have a story to tell, and it’s an important story.
This week, my brother and sister-in-law lost one of their best friends. Her name is Sarah, and she suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest on Friday. Their grief is unknowable, unmanageable, and raw. I knew Sarah, having met her many times. I laughed with her, danced with her, rocked out to my brother’s band with her, and watched her be a best friend to my little brother.
Sarah has a family and group of friends that are in shock at her passing. Words do not express the feelings of grief.