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I am delighted to host this guest blog from Dr. Eric Bing, physician and professor of global health. We share a passion for fighting disparities in health, a passion is deeply rooted in personal experience, and that comes through in this poignant essay.
I was a Harvard-educated physician yet I couldn’t save a patient from an easily preventable disease. In her death, my life found new purpose.

Her name was Lorraine. She was abandoned when she was just six weeks old—left alone in a dark building on a cold winter’s morning. Wrapped in only a soiled blanket, she had nothing to soothe her cries. She might have died if not for those cries, for someone heard her and carried the tiny body to the infant’s grandmother. In Philadelphia in the 1930s, neighbors knew everything about each other, and the existence of this child was not a secret. Her grandmother took her in. She had already raised 15 children of her own, so what was one more? 

As a little girl, Lorraine grew up fast. Even with her sharp mind, like many black girls at that time, she had little money and even fewer opportunities. She slept in the crawl space under her grandmother’s stairs. When she was 12, Lorraine began working as a domestic servant, cleaning houses and caring for children not much younger than herself. She later dropped out of school, and while still a teenager began having babies of her own. 

She was so busy taking care of others that when she began having light, occasional vaginal bleeding, she ignored it.  She had already gone through menopause so this was nothing to worry about. But over time the light bleeding became heavy and the occasional occurrence became alarmingly frequent. After an anxious trip to the doctor, tests confirmed that she had cervical cancer, caused by the human papilloma virus she had acquired years earlier.

Lorraine’s life was once again in danger, but this time from an easily preventable disease.

Cervical cancer can be diagnosed in its earliest stages by a simple Pap smear. In developing countries where Pap smears are too expensive, it is being diagnosed using a few drops of vinegar or prevented in girls with a simple vaccination. And it can be treated at an early stage by freezing lesions off, like a wart. But in order for early care and treatment to work, you must not only have access to care, you must use it. And like many women, she did not do that; the needs of others always came first.

By the time her cancer was diagnosed, it had already spread throughout her pelvis. From there it would move to her liver, bones, and lungs before spreading to her brain and taking her life.

I cared for Lorraine until the day she died, however she had cared for me from the day I was born.

Lorraine was my mother. And her death from an easily preventable disease changed my life.

I was a psychiatrist in Los Angeles when my mother died in 1999. Today I am the senior fellow and founding director of global health at the George W. Bush Institute in Dallas and the founding director of the Center for Global Health Impact at Southern Methodist University.

At the Bush Institute, I helped launch, Pink Ribbon Red Ribbon, an innovative public private partnership to combat cervical and breast cancer in Africa and Latin America by increasing access to cancer prevention and treatment. In developing countries, where Pap smears are too expensive, cervical cancer can be diagnosed by putting a few drops of vinegar on the cervix, which is then examined under a lamp. Lesions appear white and can be treated at an early stage by freezing them off.
A recent study from India showed that this simple vinegar test that costs less than $1 can reduce deaths by nearly one-third. There are also inexpensive vaccines that can prevent the viral infection entirely. We can defeat cervical cancer now in simple, cost-effective ways.
The challenge is access.  In Pharmacy on a Bicycle:  Innovative Solutions for Global Health and Poverty, Rice University business professor Marc J. Epstein and I show how even access to care barriers can lowered in developing countries for many diseases, by shifting care to lower-cost providers, focusing on efficiencies, strengthening existing systems and by stimulating partnerships among governments, businesses, nonprofits, entrepreneurs and women of all ages. And, as my mother's death taught me, we must mobilize women to recognize their risk and realize that by protecting their health, they can live to protect the ones they love.
As my mother lay dying in her home in North Carolina, her house was once again full— with people who had been helped and touched by her over the decades. My mother had scoffed at the notion of filling a funeral home with flowers for the dead. "Give me my roses while I can smell them," she had said.  So people obeyed, coming to bid farewell while she could still hear them.
Despite the steady stream of people at her bedside, she fretted in her final days about what she saw as her lack of accomplishment and lasting impact: She was intelligent but uneducated. She was courageous yet lived in fear. She had done nothing with her life, she felt. She had not fulfilled her life's mission.
When she was finished reliving what she thought was a string of disappointments, I began to re-tell her life story—not as she understood it—but as I saw and experienced it as her youngest son.
I told her that I believed that her life's mission was to unleash passion and purpose in the lives of those she touched. Not only had she raised five children who went on to careers in business, education and medicine; she had applied her quick mind, hearty laugh and steel backbone to helping anyone she came across who was in need.
She taught us that love is what creates a family. She helped us see that a good heart must be coupled with hard work in order to succeed. Those that she had helped were now helping others, and they would in turn help others, and they, still others. Through others, her spirit would live on, continuing to change the world.
As we spoke, I could see a shift occurring within her as she sat there quietly. Softly, a warm smile filled her face, as though she was looking in the mirror and for the first time loved the woman she saw. 

My mother died in my arms, leaving the world far more peacefully than she entered it. In her death, my life found new purpose.

Eric G. Bing is the co-author of "Pharmacy on a Bicycle: Innovative Solutions for Global Health and Poverty" and senior fellow of global health at the George W. Bush Institute. He is also a professor global health at Southern Methodist University and founding director of the Center for Global Health Impact.

A version of this article originally appeared in the LA Times, June 23, 2013, as A cancer that need not kill, by Eric G. Bing.  It is reprinted here with permission of the publisher.

This week, I had the honor of speaking with Leonard Lopate, the award-winning host of National Public Radio's WYNC show.

Among the topics, we spoke about:
* What is cookbook medicine and why aren't checklists always good?
* What happens when doctors don't listen? 
* Why is getting a diagnosis so important?
* How can patients help doctors help them?
* Is malpractice a big problem?
* How will the Accountable Care Act shape the future of medicine?

We received many comments from listeners. Among those posted is one from Ellen from Upper Manhattan:

"I have no problem helping a doctor be as good as she/he can be with me. The anger we feel at doctors comes directly from our fear of helplessness in a vital aspect of our lives.... For me, the antidote is empowering and caring about myself."

What do you think? I'd love to hear your thoughts!