It’s 7:30 am on a weekday in February 2025. I am hugging my knees to my chest on the bathroom floor when I am supposed to be getting ready to teach three college classes later that morning. 

I receive a notification that there was another post in the Nasal Radium Irradiation Survivors Group. Today, a member asks, 

“Anyone else who had the treatments have kids with cancer? Think our eggs were radiated? I had 88 minutes of radium exposure and I can't help but wonder…”

Among the elderly adult survivors in the group there exists a shared sentiment: 

“Johns Hopkins, the CDC, and the US Public Health Service are waiting for us all to die.”