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

They haunt. Somewhere beneath the layers of hurt and anger and abandonment, a younger version of me still loved my sister, still remembered shared bunk beds and whispered childhood secrets. Somewhere behind the fury at my parents’ gullibility lived an older memory of my father pushing me on a swing, my mother smoothing my hair back from my forehead.continue reading …