My Brother Lied That I Quit Medical School Until He Was Rushed Into My ER Five Years Later

shaky handwriting of a person on heavy medication. She told me to finish what I had started. She told me to become the surgeon she had always known I would be, and not to let small-minded people determine my worth.

I pinned it to my bathroom mirror.

I went back to Oregon. The final two years of medical school were an exercise in surviving without a safety continue reading …