I know this isn't great so please help. I also need some help cutting it down cause it's about 400 characters over the limit.
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I'm proud to say that I treat my cancer cells like a farmer treats his baby chicks. Every day I faithfully enter the subculture room where the cells are carefully incubated at 37o C, no less, no more, to feed them and wash their little houses, their flasks clean. But I'm running ahead of my story so let me take you back to the beginning.
It all started at a world research conference held to my great fortune in my research institute. I was relatively new to the lab world then and doubted the progress of cancer research. After all the money being poured in to cure it did not help my great-grandma or my grandma or thousands of others dying around the world from cancer at this minute. The high-ceiling lounge filled with researchers from across the US, China, UK, Italy and host of other countries, the ostentatious decorations and silverware, and the myriad of international foods only made confirmed my suspicions that cancer research must all be a charade to have a great international feast.
But in the midst of that fateful day, I saw a movie worthy of winning an Oscar. It only lasted fifteen second, but those picturesque black-and-white fifteen seconds stick with me to this day. Hordes of cancer cells proliferating within a channel in the body. Late stage cancer in a young child. Then thousands of nanoparticles arrive to the rescue slaying cancer cell upon cancer cell and the child is saved. The movie showed me that while cancer was indeed a great obstacle, it was not insurmountable.
This idea consumed me and I ran with it. Cancer really could be defeated. For months I was absorbed in the work of my own solution. Tirelessly day after long day I lingered to finish my own design of nanoparticles. Even my social life was in jeopardy at times, but that I could not relinquish. After long Indian family parties I made way to the lab in the midst of the dark night. My friend once jokingly asked "How do you manage to live at the lab?" and I replied "Well, the chem shower helps."
And so I faithfully entered the subculture room each and every day to curate my cells. Finally I my nanoparticles had been created and with desperate fury I added the pink concoction to the cells. Under the microscope, I could slowly see the cancer cells withering away and dying. A wide grin spreads across my face. I know I can do my part and contribute maybe not to cure cancer but to at least pass on the torch to my students who may pass it on to their own, one day eventually to cure the incurable.
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I'm proud to say that I treat my cancer cells like a farmer treats his baby chicks. Every day I faithfully enter the subculture room where the cells are carefully incubated at 37o C, no less, no more, to feed them and wash their little houses, their flasks clean. But I'm running ahead of my story so let me take you back to the beginning.
It all started at a world research conference held to my great fortune in my research institute. I was relatively new to the lab world then and doubted the progress of cancer research. After all the money being poured in to cure it did not help my great-grandma or my grandma or thousands of others dying around the world from cancer at this minute. The high-ceiling lounge filled with researchers from across the US, China, UK, Italy and host of other countries, the ostentatious decorations and silverware, and the myriad of international foods only made confirmed my suspicions that cancer research must all be a charade to have a great international feast.
But in the midst of that fateful day, I saw a movie worthy of winning an Oscar. It only lasted fifteen second, but those picturesque black-and-white fifteen seconds stick with me to this day. Hordes of cancer cells proliferating within a channel in the body. Late stage cancer in a young child. Then thousands of nanoparticles arrive to the rescue slaying cancer cell upon cancer cell and the child is saved. The movie showed me that while cancer was indeed a great obstacle, it was not insurmountable.
This idea consumed me and I ran with it. Cancer really could be defeated. For months I was absorbed in the work of my own solution. Tirelessly day after long day I lingered to finish my own design of nanoparticles. Even my social life was in jeopardy at times, but that I could not relinquish. After long Indian family parties I made way to the lab in the midst of the dark night. My friend once jokingly asked "How do you manage to live at the lab?" and I replied "Well, the chem shower helps."
And so I faithfully entered the subculture room each and every day to curate my cells. Finally I my nanoparticles had been created and with desperate fury I added the pink concoction to the cells. Under the microscope, I could slowly see the cancer cells withering away and dying. A wide grin spreads across my face. I know I can do my part and contribute maybe not to cure cancer but to at least pass on the torch to my students who may pass it on to their own, one day eventually to cure the incurable.
