There was a noticeable absence by my side, where I had always imagined my husband would have stood.Įx-husband was more accurate. I didn’t want witnesses there to confirm that this had really happened, that this celebration I had looked forward to for the last four years of medical school, and then during the four years of residency, felt more like a funeral.
The truth was closer to my not wanting them to see me like this. I assumed that my brother would be preoccupied with his family or with landscaping his new home. I figured my sister would be busy with her obligations as an army lieutenant. I had told my brother and sister not to bother with the trip. I sat near the aisle, next to my mother, who was next to my stepfather. It wasn’t at all how I had pictured graduation from my emergency medicine residency at Mercy Hospital in the South Bronx would be, but it certainly was a blistering end. The following excerpt was taken from the book, The Beauty in Breaking: A Memoir by Michele Harper.
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