Maria Garcia Cardenas

I did my two semesters of Pathology at Hospital México, the place that has been my home since I started my clinical years and where I fell in love with this magnificent field. As part of our first semester’s coursework, we had to prepare a case presentation, and our faculty advisor suggested an interesting hematopathology case. Since the hematopathology sections of our curriculum aren’t until the second semester, I was so eager to learn about this case that, naturally, I offe

I was lying in my bed, hugging my favorite stuffed animal that I can not seem to name at the moment, when a doctor entered my room. He was a friend of my mom's; his name was Eduardo. I was sick, and he came to examine me. He smiled at me, played with me, gave me some medicine, and left. I was around 4 or 5 years old. Ever since that memory, I've wanted to be a doctor. That is the earliest part of me I can remember, but it has never meant the same thing at different stages of