A Bedtime Story for the Young Clinical Research Associate.
Second only to being a father to my son, the most important and fulfilling job I’ve ever had was being a Clinical Research Associate (CRA). Monitoring a study, like parenting a child, is a tremendous responsibility. When you are a Clinical Research Associate, millions of people — or perhaps that one innocent child — depend on you to ensuring the study integrity, so that only safe and effective products reach the marketplace.
Read more: The Adventures of SuperMonitor
… or Why I Became a Clinical Research Professional.
It all started because of a commitment I made when I was too young to understand into what I was getting myself. My mother had headaches, you see. Not the usual “throbbing-in-the-temples” kind of headaches, but the “gut-wrenching, totally incapacitating, rip-the-carpet-out-with-your-bare-hands” kind of headaches. Migraine, cluster headache, trigeminal neuralgia—whatever the flavor, they were bad. Really bad.
Read more: Committed to the Quest