Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a doctor. I can’t remember wanting to be anything else. I remember writing a letter to myself in Grade 7, about the possibility of joining two of my passions — caring for patients and using my brain.
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I graduated last May (the first member of my family to graduate from university). It has been a busy year. I’m a first-year resident, rotating among four venues — St. Paul’s Hospital (where I was born) and three Indigenous-focused clinics in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside. It has been a whirlwind, but it has only just begun.
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