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THE BOOK IS IN TWO PARTS:

1. FICTION TALE INVOLVING AN EXTREMELY RARE AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE AND THE PHYSICIANS, PATIENT AND FAMILY'S FRUSTRATION IN MAKING A DIAGNOSIS, AND

2. NON FICTION DETAILING THE LAST 60 PLUS YEARS OF THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE CONCEPTS OF AUTOIMMUNITY AND AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE.

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Diseases

Medical

Médecine

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Publié par	eBookIt.com
Date de parution	10 janvier 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781456623944
Langue	English

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A TWO PART BOOK

Fiction: The Monster Within

Non Fiction: Autoimmune Disease

SHELDON COHEN M.D. FACP

Copyright 2015 Sheldon Cohen M.D. FACP,
All rights reserved.

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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-2394-4

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

A graduate of the University of Illinois College of Medicine, Sheldon Cohen has practiced internal medicine, served as a medical director of the Alexian Brother’s Medical Center in Northwest Suburban Chicago, and served as the medical director of two managed care organizations: Cigna Health plan of Illinois and Humanicare Plus of Illinois. The author taught internal medicine and physical diagnosis to medical students from Loyola University Stritch School of Medicine and the Chicago Medical School. Recognizing the fact that busy physicians are pressed for time and thus often fail to capture a thorough medical history, the author perfected one of the first computerized medical history systems for private practice and wrote a paper on his experience with 1500 patients who utilized the system. This was one of the early efforts in promoting electronic health records, a work in progress to this day. Serving as a consultant for Joint Commission Resources of the Joint Commission on Accreditation of Healthcare Organizations, the author did quality consultations at hospitals in the United States, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Copenhagen, Denmark, and served as a consultant to the Ministry of Health in Ukraine, assisting them in the development of a hospital accrediting body.
Dr. Cohen is the author of 25 books.

Dedicated to my Grandchildren
Amanda, Megan, Carly Alexa, Ethan and Emily

The information, ideas, and suggestions in this book are not
intended as a substitute for professional medical advice. Before
following any suggestions contained in this book, you must
consult your personal physician. The publisher or the author
shall not be liable or responsible for any loss or damage
allegedly arising as a consequence of your use or application of
any information or suggestions in this book.

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PROLOGUE
This is a two part book:
Part 1 describes a fictional account of a very rare and unusual autoimmune disease.
Part II is a copy of another short book I have written which details and defines autoimmune diseases, an important sixty plus year old concept still not completely understood
PART 1
CHAPTER 1
Morton Grove, Illinois is a near northwest suburb of Chicago principally consisting of mid-priced single-family homes, condominiums and small apartment buildings. Living in the tree-lined suburb in one of those bigger single family homes and married twenty years, Ezra and Alvina Richards were blessed with three children: Betty, just turned 18, is 5 foot 4 inches tall, trim, brown haired like her father, a hazel eyed comely young lady soon to graduate from Maine East High School in Park Ridge, an adjacent suburb to Morton Grove. The two other children are 14 year old twins Ethan and Emily in the freshman class at Maine East both of whom were already two inches taller than their sister with black hair like their mother and completely dissimilar in appearance.
A happy and successful family, they did not have a care in the world, but were soon to confront a tragedy of epic proportions with which none of them were prepared to cope nor could they possibly hope to understand.
While raising their three children, the Richard’s family had everything they needed within a mile radius of their triple level, four-bedroom home. A large shopping center supplying their every need was within a half mile; school was only one mile away and if the weather was good the children would often walk the distance at a rapid pace encouraged by their father, a devotee of early rising and frequent morning exercise.
This was a busy time; Betty was in frantic preparation for the Maine East senior prom. She had no problem getting a date as she had been going steady with a fellow classmate, Steve Winokur, ever since their freshman year. Prom night was tonight, and Betty would soon have to get presentable.
“Don’t forget, Betty, you have to promise me that if Steve can’t drive, you’ll call us any hour of the day or night and we’ll pick you up,” said Alvina with a worried look on her face. She could relate to her daughter as she too had a high school sweetheart, Ezra, her future husband. Their marriage was a happy one and it rubbed off on their three children. Alvina was 5 feet and six inches tall and was able to wear the same clothes that she wore in high school gaining nary a pound since her wedding twenty years ago probably a reflection of her athletic husband’s compulsion to exercise and imbibe in a strict Mediterranean diet that their children knew by heart, grew up with and reaped its benefits.
Got to be careful, Betty thought; mom’s got her serious face on. “What do you mean, if Steve can’t drive?” she asked shaking her head.
“Well, if he’s had too much to drink, I mean…”
Betty interrupted with a large sigh, “But I told you, mom, for the fifth time, Steve doesn’t ever touch a drop.”
As if Alvina didn’t hear a thing, she said, “But I’m told that prom night is different. That’s when the drinking starts, so I’ve heard. You’d have to call us because we don’t want you driving his car and we wouldn’t want him driving if he had something to drink, especially as a non-drinker who takes his first drink. Teen agers don’t hold their liquor very well. I read about it all the time in the newspapers; too many accidents out there. You know how I worry.”
“I know mom, how can I ever forget since I live with you and hear you worrying every day, Ms. worry wort. I think you told me ten times already. Anyhow, I remember once when Steve tasted some drink or other, he said yuck and that was the end of that experiment. I never had anything but a little wine. Where would I be able to get alcohol, since I just turned 18? I’ve never even been in a liquor store or in a bar anyplace and I wouldn’t want to go.”
“Well it’s senior prom you know, and I read all about how kids drink it up on senior prom night. Now’s time to try a little alcohol, you know. In fact, it’s supposed to be like a rite of passage, so they tell me.
“Who is…they?” asked Betty.
“They—are other parents and friends. I hear it all the time. And I read about it, and it scares me to death.”
Betty’s mother, Alvina, was a “worrier” and Betty learned over the years, whenever her mother started talking in that concerned tone of voice together with that frown, it was best to listen carefully and be patient. Let her say her thing and give her as much reassurance as she could. She learned that from her dad who reminded her of her mother’s loss of an older brother to a drunken driver when she was just twelve years old. “It hit her very hard, Betty,” he would say. It doesn’t hurt to give her all the comfort you can, otherwise I’ll have to do it when you leave and I won’t do as good a job as you could do if she hears it from you. That’ll make her feel good. You really could ease her mind with calm and sensible talk. Do it for me, Betty, please.”
“Yes, dad, I will, you have my word on it,” she would reassure her father with a smile. He was a tower of strength to Betty, standing five feet eleven inches, 180 pounds, slim and very muscular, brown hair balding slowly, forty-five years old, and blue eyes. He had a remarkably calm demeanor most of the time, but could emote loudly with passion when the occasion presented itself. The owner of two successful gas stations in the northwest suburbs of Chicago close to their Morton Grove home made it very convenient to get to work, not to mention the better than excellent gas and car maintenance prices for the family.
Alvina, a housewife and mother busy raising three children including Betty was a stay-at-home mother, planning to work again only after her children grew up. “Then maybe I’ll get back to work in real estate—if anyone would have an old lady, that is.”
Alvina was an attractive woman of 42 years, five foot and five inches, one inch taller than her daughter Betty, 130 pounds, blond hair like Betty, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a beautiful smile, which when it occurred, made a sudden startling contrast to her mostly serious looking face. She and Betty had such a similar appearance that they often were mistaken for sisters, which was sure to bring a smile to Alvina’s face and a frown on Betty’s.
“Oh, mom, I guess you’ll never ever stop worrying. I promise you that I won’t even take a taste—if there is any there and, from what I’m told, there won’t be. I’m serious; this is supposed to be an alcohol-free prom.”
“I hope you’re right, but anyhow don’t take any drink from strangers even if it’s a soft drink. I read how kids sometimes spike drinks with roofies, whatever