Doris was 22 years old and working as a clerk typist for the Army when a mobile public health x-ray unit came to her Seattle neighborhood.  She was diagnosed with TB and sent to Firland TB Sanatorium for two years. She recounts the daily, regimented routines of the sanatorium and explains how she witnessed families under great stress.   

In Doris' words...

We used to say we could always tell a TB’er because they will never run when they could walk, they never walk when they can stand, they never stand when they can sit and they never sit when they can lie down.

If you had 2 TB’ers that meet in the desert, they will lean on each other, because we learn to lean on things.
At the sanatorium, you had to learn community living and that you are not the only one on the face of the earth, because there is the other guy too.

There was a lot of sadness too because once in a while somebody would not make it. Yet, I met a lot of funny people and some of them were real characters. You had to laugh. You’d better laugh a lot because otherwise you would go crazy.

Doris, Snohomish County