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

imaging had been prioritized and labs were in process, did I step back and register the figures hovering at the edge of my peripheral vision.

My parents stood just inside the curtain.

For a moment, I didn’t recognize them.

Five years had carved itself into their faces. My father’s hair, once solidly brown, was streaked heavily with gray. Lines bracketed continue reading …