I had never planned to join the FBI. But I’m damn glad I did. My work insures some hacker doesn’t crash the genomic revolution I started at Stanford.
My twin sister, Kate, reminds me why I’m changing medicine. Improving on methods of treatment that killed our mother is my stab at rewriting history. Kate adds the more you do something, the more deeply your brain becomes wired for that activity. She’d argue that I literally turned into a cancer fighting agent.