She Told Them I Dropped Out of Medical School — Five Years Later, I Walked Into the ER as Her Attending Physician

with a grateful smile.

Third year of medical school. That’s when everything cracked open.

My roommate, my best friend, was a woman named Sarah Mitchell. She’d grown up in foster care, no family to speak of, and she was the single reason I survived first year. When I called home during a brutal anatomy exam week and Mom said, “Can’t talk, Reie — Monica’s continue reading …