To my fellow school of medicine graduates: Give it to them straight
I would have graduated from medical school this year. That’s right. Just like you, I’d be getting ready to move to another city and take up residence at an academic medical center to begin my clinical training. Things don’t always work out the way we planned: like Lenny and George in Steinbeck’s, Of Mice and Men. Sometimes, the best-laid plans have a way of going awry no matter how carefully we prepare them.
Cancer. I wasn’t worried. It was …