Young Doctor Fauci
Back in 1974, I had a brief contact with the man who became a modern medical monster.
S Atcheson | July 31, 2026
What is it about our memories that allows us to recall brief events from half a century ago clearly but leaves us unable to remember what we had for lunch yesterday—or whether we ate at all? Such is the mind of someone traipsing through the ninth decade of his life, trying to figure out just why some things stick like epoxy. One of those things is my glancing contact with Dr. Fauci half a century ago.
My personal link to the notorious doctor started in 1974, with a young man who was vomiting to death.
The man had been in excellent health until two months earlier, when he developed balance problems, trouble swallowing, and then nausea and vomiting. He had been hospitalized elsewhere a month before, but there was no diagnosis. His symptoms worsened, and he was referred to the university medical center where I was a resident physician.
Practicing medicine in those days was just plain hard, both in diagnosis and treatment. The hospital was full of very sick patients whom we often couldn’t diagnose with any certainty.
Try to imagine being a hospital doctor at 3:00 a.m. in a world without CT scans or MRIs, when the only laboratory tests quickly available were a blood count, a urinalysis—which you had to do yourself—a blood sugar test, and some estimate of basic kidney function. All other blood work took 12 to 24 hours to be reported.
You could get a chest X-ray, which was often crucial, and plain X-rays of the skull and abdomen, which were usually worthless. We could do an EKG, which we also had to interpret because the official EKG reader wouldn’t be at the hospital until the next afternoon.
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