In medicine, what’s in a name?
Before I could see her, I could hear her. My patient, a young woman with messy braided hair, was grunting with every effort to breathe. The noises quieted slightly when I reached her bedside, but her tears continued to fall between gasps. Her body movements were exaggerated, rooted in the rhythm of her labored breathing — several violent shudders with every expansive inhale, and a wave of quivers with every …
