by Jacqui Nieber
It’s been one year since I tracked the medical and emotional developments within the ALS community through one man: the late John Anderson. And one year ago, the community was boiling over with new discovery, with passionate people ready to conquer this disease that is understood by so few. It was a community on the brink.
By Barnabas Odeyomi
He’s down to earth, loves jazz, was introduced to biophysics through “Fringe,” and every now and then plays video games. He learned about parabolas playing Halo 3 and says the game was a critical part of his development. He plays basketball and can dunk, but you won’t hear that from him.
What’s more is that this upcoming fall he will be contributing to biophysics research in Cambridge as a Chemistry graduate student, thanks to the Marshall Scholarship. Quenton Bubb is a Biophysics major of the Hopkins class of 2016, graduating a semester early, and on the MD/ PHD track. He was awarded the United Negro College Fund / Merck (UNCF/Merck) Scholarship his junior year and the Marshall Scholarship his senior year, resulting from his contribution to research that seeks to understand the process of protein folding – a process that is relevant to diseases such as ALS(Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis), Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, diabetes and Creutzfeldt-Jakob’s disease.
By Rachel Krieger
When the subject of your research is weed, it’s likely that your experimental methodologies will differ a tad. “Our research pharmacy actually baked marijuana brownies
By Olivia Gebhardt
On February 11th, the world was rocked by science–literally. In a small classroom at Johns Hopkins University, about 20 physics majors watched a live announcement about the discovery of gravitational waves.
By Mike Wang
Depression is not a mood. It’s a murderer. Like every serial killer, it leaves its signature at every scene, signed with Ambien, a shotgun, a leather belt.
By Hayley Dott
It is a blustery and bleak day outside Clark Hall at Johns Hopkins University, but inside, students are working on something big and bright on the horizon. Under the fluorescents of one classroom ceiling students are 3-D printing, programming, soldering things together; it is a symphony of movement in the orchestra of prostheses, artificial limbs for amputees. The soldering iron hums, the solder sizzles and the printer buzzes all in perfect harmony. This complex rhythm is the coming together of research into a sensor database that will lead to new, unprecedented technology in prosthetic devices. In this lab, the students hope to meld technological data with brain signals in prosthetic machinery, like no one has ever done before.
By Rachel McCoy
What do you think of when you think of people doing research? Do you picture people in a lab, running tests and reactions? Or maybe you think of someone sitting in a library searching through mountains of books for that one important phrase uttered 200 years ago.
By Barnabas Odeyomi
Thursday, February 16, 2006, the weather was clear and the roads were dry. The crew had left Fordyce headed to Carthage in northeast Dallas County, Texas, never to return again. According to the State Police’s accident report, James Goodman, an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) and Timothy Clowers, a Paramedic, were responding to a medical emergency when the 7 p.m. accident occurred. The driver of the ambulance lost control while negotiating a curve. The accident report indicated that neither of the men were wearing seat belts. The vehicle overturned several times before striking the tree, ejecting them both. Goodman was married with two children. Clowers was single.
By Dana Schulman
Imagine if someone told you that you are worthless, that you are ugly, that no one will ever love you. Now imagine that person is your partner. For 1 in 3 women this will be a reality at some point in their life. Dr. Nancy Glass and her team of researchers at The Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing are looking to change the lives of women living this painful reality with an app.
By Jacqui Neber
John Anderson and his wife, Amanda, sat at a table with me at a restaurant within the Johns Hopkins University Robert Packard Center for ALS Research. It was September 15, 2014. The restaurant was called Grille 601, and according to John, it was the hospital’s better place to eat. He had ordered a veggie burger that he was eating with Amanda’s help. She held the burger up to his chin for him to take bites. He chewed the carrots and broccoli carefully, in small round bites, looking up at the ceiling as he talked.