It is a Wednesday morning and I’ve made my usual trek to UCSF for our weekly Renal Grand Rounds. A drive to the BART train station. From BART to MUNI where I pick up the N-Judah bus, which drops me off in front of the medical center about 45 minutes after I’ve left my home.
A few years ago, I had a chance to sit down and chat with one of the older bigwig nephrologists. Not quite old or big enough to have a disease named after him, but close. He had indirectly donated a kidney to his wife.
