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Here’s the thing: my husband could’ve been Kent Brantly. He stood in JFK Hospital in Monrovia, Liberia while their first Ebola patient came in. My perspective as a wife was first to be angry and irrational–why did you go back to Liberia? Holy shit. Get out of there now. Et cetera. He did get outContinue reading “Ebola–Close to Home”