"To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour"- William Blake
I did not know much about Pathology when I sat to decide my specialty last October but
as a writer, the process of weaving an intricately precise tale from images stained in
bright hues seemed magical.
Just as Jane Austen's precise prose elegantly captured the diverse personality of her
characters, just as Arthur Conan Doyle's detailed descriptive literary style created (and
solved) the most complex mysteries- a pathologist too has to identify and describe all
the patterns leaping out of microscopic images towards a specific diagnosis.
A book is a portal to unknown worlds full of wonder, a microscope lens provides a peek
into the microcosm in all its upheaval and splendor. It's nothing short of a miracle to
view such beauty from a single drop of blood or a tiny ribbon of tissue, where each slide
sets the stage for a cinematic masterpiece in which cells with their nucleus (and
nucleoli) have a role to play, a story to tell.
You can tell a good book by all the new stuff you discover on rereading it. This nuance
and rich attention to detail is what I adore about Pathology as well.
Whether it is idyllic descriptions of the countryside or an exhaustive chapter on
neoplasia, reflecting on Literature and Pathology has made me realize that it's always
been about looking inward and appreciating the little marvels and oddities of life- a tale
as old as time.
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