Two months after my surgery, I returned to New Orleans to begin my second
year of medical school. The recovery itself was not as bad as I had expected,
but I was not ready to dive into pathology and pharmacology. I spent the first
month wishing for a parachute, wondering if I was ready to make the leap from
hospital room to classroom. By the end of each day, I was totally drained.
I was told to expect some depression following surgery,
but after several months my feelings of aimlessness had become a way of life.
My goal had always been to attend medical school, despite the fact that in
my dreams I never saw myself as a practicing physician. For the first time
in my life, I did not have a clear-cut plan.
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