When Death Was Knocking At the Door: A Resident’s Story From the 60’s

Growing up in an immigrant household, I’m always surprised by the unimaginable stories my relatives nonchalantly slip into conversation, seemingly unaware of how incredible their journeys are. Since many of my family members are doctors, I anticipated hearing more about their specific journeys once I made the decision to pursue medicine. However, I avoided conversations about medicine since they all diverged back to the question, “Have you heard back from any schools yet?”, exacerbating an already stressful application process. Now, as a second-year medical student, I have transitioned beyond that question. I am able to explore further into their lives as doctors.