Blotting My Patience Patience is often misunderstood. Many see it as passive waiting, a quiet endurance of time. But real patience is different. It is active—it is persistence without frustration, resilience without resentment. It is the ability to try, fail, and try again, believing that effort, no matter how exhausting, will one day be rewarded. I never truly understood patience until I encountered Western blotting . It has been my greatest teacher in all the experiments I have performed. It is a delicate process, an intricate balance of technique and trust. You begin with invisible proteins, carefully separated on a gel, hoping they will obediently transfer onto a membrane. Then comes the waiting—hours of incubation, endless washes, and the careful addition of antibodies meant to recognize their perfect match. A platonic relationship between protein and antibody, built on specificity and faith. And then comes the moment of truth. I stand before the imaging system, my heart p...