They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

shaking, forehead resting on my arm as years of determination spilled out in salty waves. Then I would wash my face in the bathroom, re-tie my hair, look myself in the mirror, and remind myself of something simple and stubborn: if I quit now, if I walked away because my family had turned their backs, I would be doing the one thing my sister had falsely continue reading …