MY FATHER REFUSED TO SPEAK TO ME AFTER I DROPPED OUT OF MEDICAL SCHOOL TO CARE FOR MY SICK BOYFRIEND — 5 YEARS LATER HE CAME TO “TAKE ME HOME.”
THE MOMENT HE WALKED INTO OUR APARTMENT, HE FROZE. “THIS CAN’T BE REAL,” HE WHISPERED. BECAUSE I HADN’T THROWN MY LIFE AWAY. I’D BUILT SOMETHING HE NEVER IMAGINED.
PART 1
My father refused to speak to me after I dropped out of medical school to care for my sick boyfriend — 5 years later, he drove over to “take me home,” but the moment he walked into our apartment, he froze and said, “This can’t be real!”
In my family, becoming a doctor was almost a tradition.
My name is Nora, and my grandfather had been a doctor, my father followed in his footsteps, and Dad always dreamed of seeing me become the third generation.
Luckily, it was a future I wanted too.
I grew up surrounded by medical books and hospital stories, and by high school, I was fascinated by medicine machen.
