Then he announced, to my chagrin, “Please write your mother today!” He then divulged that my mother had called D. A. Henderson in Geneva, worried that she had not heard from me since my arrival in Delhi back in early June. I’d sent a telex but it was never received, and she had not received any subsequent letters, either.
With the nightly news of the Emergency in India being given priority global coverage, she wanted to be assured that I had arrived safely and was still safe.
The epidemiologist said, “Henderson assured her you were alive and well and working in India.” I was mortified. How could my mom call the global smallpox director?
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