MY PARENTS WALKED AWAY FROM ME AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I WAS 13 — MY MOTHER WENT PALE WHEN THE DEAN CALLED MY NAME

mine.

At least, that’s what I believed.

Then, in April of my fourth year of medical school, I received incredible news. I had been chosen as valedictorian of my graduating class. Among 120 outstanding students, I held the highest academic record, the strongest clinical evaluations, and the top research achievements. I would be delivering the student continue reading …