Back in my homeland, the communism regime was crumbling, the lines for food were growing, and the future was uncertain. What did I have to lose?
On the first day of my English class at the local Community college, I was very clear – “I want to be a doctor.” – This seemed to amuse my classmates, as they were laughing; however, my instructor tried to defuse the situation by asking me “Do you know what that means”. To me, it meant translating every word in textbooks with a dictionary; taking classes in every spring, summer, fall, and winter semester; studying 8 hours per day; and grabbing every educational opportunity as possible. I read and wrote multiple scientific articles, spent 14 years in school, trained and educated new doctors and worked in excess of 120 hours per week. To me, it meant realizing my dreams.
Why Ear Nose and Throat? That was the question I asked my grandfather. He was drafted during WWII by the Russians straight out of medical school. He quickly worked through the ranks and became the Medical director of a mobile hospital based on a train.