When the orders for instant evacuation arrived, my husband and I were stunned.

No disease or infection is an “enemy” — for that very reason, we never become soldiers.

She had become a liability for all groups: those for whom she was too Muslim and for those to whom she was not Muslim enough.

Even with terminal, painful imminent deaths, the medical association waffles, forcing physicians to make their own calls and risk prosecution.

What role did I, did all of us in the medical field, play in what had too quickly become routine death marches?

My need to counter what I saw as this country’s rightward tilt took the form of non-stop, 24/7 outrage — in the supermarket, the doctors’ lounge, at the dry cleaners, wherever I found a willing listener.