"How can a doctor be afraid to say 'I don't know'? ", she said to me, amongst many other things, and with every word I felt myself drawn closer and closer into that world. You know that feeling when someone says something, and you hear yourself in their voice? Those half-magical moments when you meet an idea or thought in someone else and it resonates with the very core of your being?
She told me stories from her life. Simple stories about crazy doctors, about all-nighters and breastfeeding... and as I listened, I realized she was describing a life that I just knew I wanted to lead (well, maybe without the breastfeeding). Not because it was perfect, or glamorous, or even particularly comfortable... but simply because it fit.
We talked for an hour, not watching the time, until her next appointment knocked and asked to come in.
I've decided to do an MD-PhD. There are many things that must happen between here and that, but I have a path now, and I will walk it bravely.
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Something from The Beatles:
in honor of good conversations, the coming spring, and songs that live forever.
