He's forty-six. Lives in his parents' basement, plays video games, has two cats and a brain tumor. "Do you remember our medical student?" my attending asks. He drinks me in with parched eyes. "How could I forget that?" And for once I don't mind.
I am a newly-minted MD, perhaps not with the most book-learning but with an abundance of compassion and an open mind to match. The name I use here came to me in my first-year anatomy dissection lab, as I imagined a conversation with my group's body donor. Instead of using my real name to introduce myself to the imagined spirit of our corpse, the words came out, "I am Talavaria."
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