Despite what I wrote in my medical school applications, my
relationship with medicine wasn’t always the torrid love affair I made it out
to be. Organic chemistry wasn’t really my favorite class (or my second
favorite, or my third). My heart didn’t actually skip a beat as I waited for
protein isolates to complete their snail-paced race across an agarose gel. And
while I certainly enjoyed the surgeries I scrubbed into as an undergraduate,
even they lost their charm during the fifth hour of standing at attention,
hands glued to my chest, petrified I would break the sterile field or pass out
from starvation. For me, a career in medicine was a leap of faith. I had to
trust that those flashes of meaningful human interaction I experienced early on
would increase in frequency and intensity over the course of my career.
Fortunately, I have not been disappointed thus far.
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