When the Daughter is a Doctor

Abstract

It is a pleasure and an honour to conclude this intense work, which I began some years ago, with a special memory dedicated to my father. My father was the person along with my mother who most encouraged my love for study and research. I remember when I was a child sitting on the sofa at home with my sister and my brother, and my father would read a favourite school book which he felt strongly about, one on human anatomy. He showed us the bones of the skeleton and, as an excellent chemist, aroused our curiosity for what we cannot see but sustains our lives.