by Larry Puls @larrypulsauthor
Christmas, Medical Education, Cancer |
Our plane began its descent on the way to our destination. It was the week before Christmas and I was amazingly, or maybe stupidly, flying to my eighth interview in a
short three months--yet another chance at landing a training fellowship. My wife, patient as she was, realized we had very little money left from
all my traveling. Therefore, this trip was my Christmas present, the price required for me to have a shot at my dream.
Aa a Texan flying to New York, one can only imagine the thoughts swirling about in my mind, heading to such a faraway place in search of an elusive job. And yet there I was, flying to this interview, actually considering transplanting my wife and two young children to this cold climate—all in the name of my education.