The book opens with the story of Bethenia Owens-Adair, a northwest physician in 1872. To say that women were not well received in the medical profession at that time would be a gross understatement. Bethenia proved stronger than the resistance to her by male physicians.
A good example is of the time she was invited, as a prank, by six local male doctors to an autopsy of a dead man. She accepted the invitation, much to their surprise and dismay. Upon arrival, she was asked, “Do you know the autopsy is on the genital organs?”
“No,” she replied, “but one part of the human body should be as sacred to the physician as another.”
When one of the doctors objected to her presence, she reminded him that she was there by invitation, and said further, “I will leave it to a vote whether I go or stay; but first I would like to ask Doctor Palmer what is the difference between the attendance of a woman at a male autopsy and the attendance of a man at a female autopsy?”
She was allowed to stay, and furthermore, to perform the procedure.
Skipping back in time to the fall of 1861, Bethenia worked her way through high school. She wanted to go on to medical school against the wishes of her friends and family, and moved to Philadelphia where she graduated from medical school. Afterward, she opened a successful medical practice back in Portland, Oregon, but yearned for further education.
She attended the University of Michigan and received a second degree in medicine. Afterward, she and her son visited Europe for a time, and then settled in San Francisco. At some point she moved back to Portland where she married for the second time. Three years later she had a daughter who died within three days of her birth.
Bethenia threw herself into her medical practice until 1889 when she enrolled in a Chicago medical school seeking a post-graduate degree. When finished there, she returned to her husband and the teenage son they had adopted. Eventually she chose her profession over family life, bringing her marriage to an end in 1903.
She retired from medicine at age sixty-five and worked hard as a lobbyist for the Women’s Christian Temperance Union. She remained a staunch social and political activist until 1926 when she died of natural causes at the age of eighty-six.
The stories of eleven more women are told in this book, all but one a gripping tale of challenges fighting for acceptance in a man’s profession. The exception is Patty Bartlett Sessions who received encouragement and support from the leaders of the Mormon Church who wholeheartedly approved of and encouraged her and other females to enter the medical profession.
The back of the book contains a section on frontier remedies good for a laugh or a gasp at what was believed to be helpful medicine in the 1800’s. Another section contains advertisements of women physicians and news articles about them. That section opens with a quote from Doctor Harriet Hunt, the first woman to practice medicine successfully in the United States in 1835. She said, “If I had had cholera, hydrophobia, smallpox, or any malignant disease, I could not have been more avoided than I was.”