Someone asked me, “Why medical school?”
This isn’t an idea that sprung up overnight. I’ve been thinking about it for about a decade and more seriously, since my car accident in 2008, after which I had the pleasure of working with emergency room physicians and then hand surgeons for a number of months. (They made me left-handed again, for which I am eternally grateful.)
I put medical school into the back recesses of my mind after getting the Fresh Air gig. But then in 2010, we did a show about end-of-life care. More specifically, Atul Gawande explained how physicians don’t always know how to broach difficult subjects with their patients. The idea fascinated me — so much so that I decided to begin volunteering on a floor at a local hospital where many of the patients are terminally ill. And I fell in love with it.
There’s more to this story…but that’s the main reason.