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>Among our friends, the house is best known for its kitchen walls, which are covered with pictures of my siblings and me playing soccer, on family trips to California and Europe and starring in a preposterous number of graduations. On the large sunlit room we call the porch, which can host a Thanksgiving dinner for 25, there’s a jungle of houseplants, too many chairs, a wall of bookshelves hurting under art tomes and those no-frills paperbacks you can’t buy anymore.

>After he returned from Bolivia, Anthony passed the summer working on the porch. He saw friends, took his pills and did his exercises. He constantly called a statistician who was supposed to collate data for him. He could have rented a place in the city but he’d always been a bit of a cheapskate. My parents liked having him around and they kept the house stocked with the foods he preferred – my mother doesn’t think she ever saw him eat a sweet. Living in New Rochelle he didn’t have to worry about doing his laundry or cleaning the house. In August he learned that he had made Alpha Omega Alpha, the medical school honors society. He’d be one of the top graduating medical students in the country.

>Anthony’s academic schedule was loosely structured so he could meet his obligations in short trips to Philadelphia. By this point, most medical students are obsessed with “the match,” the process hospitals use to select graduating students for residencies. It is famously stressful, but every indication suggested that Anthony would be a strong applicant.

>Anthony was leaning toward specializing in radiology, but he couldn’t get comfortable with the choice. “He was very excited about the idea that radiologists were actually the people making the diagnoses,” Anna said. “Yes, it's the internist who's the first person in the triage line, but it ultimately comes down to radiology, reading the scans and finding what's going on, especially these days.”

>Radiology is a prestigious, lucrative track. But Anthony may have also been attracted to the limited interactions radiologists have with patients. He was “uninterested in the amount of scut work that's involved with other fields of medicine,” Anna said. Anthony wouldn’t have been the first doctor to bristle at filling out endless insurance forms, but he saw radiology as “a way around it. Which, in reality, it's not ... But that was a fantasy that he had.”

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>Among our friends, the house is best known for its kitchen walls, which are covered with pictures of my siblings and me playing soccer, on family trips to California and Europe and starring in a preposterous number of graduations. On the large sunlit room we call the porch, which can host a Thanksgiving dinner for 25, there’s a jungle of houseplants, too many chairs, a wall of bookshelves hurting under art tomes and those no-frills paperbacks you can’t buy anymore.

>After he returned from Bolivia, Anthony passed the summer working on the porch. He saw friends, took his pills and did his exercises. He constantly called a statistician who was supposed to collate data for him. He could have rented a place in the city but he’d always been a bit of a cheapskate. My parents liked having him around and they kept the house stocked with the foods he preferred – my mother doesn’t think she ever saw him eat a sweet. Living in New Rochelle he didn’t have to worry about doing his laundry or cleaning the house. In August he learned that he had made Alpha Omega Alpha, the medical school honors society. He’d be one of the top graduating medical students in the country.

>Anthony’s academic schedule was loosely structured so he could meet his obligations in short trips to Philadelphia. By this point, most medical students are obsessed with “the match,” the process hospitals use to select graduating students for residencies. It is famously stressful, but every indication suggested that Anthony would be a strong applicant.

>Anthony was leaning toward specializing in radiology, but he couldn’t get comfortable with the choice. “He was very excited about the idea that radiologists were actually the people making the diagnoses,” Anna said. “Yes, it's the internist who's the first person in the triage line, but it ultimately comes down to radiology, reading the scans and finding what's going on, especially these days.”

>Radiology is a prestigious, lucrative track. But Anthony may have also been attracted to the limited interactions radiologists have with patients. He was “uninterested in the amount of scut work that's involved with other fields of medicine,” Anna said. Anthony wouldn’t have been the first doctor to bristle at filling out endless insurance forms, but he saw radiology as “a way around it. Which, in reality, it's not ... But that was a fantasy that he had.”

>Among our friends, the house is best known for its kitchen walls, which are covered with pictures of my siblings and me playing soccer, on family trips to California and Europe and starring in a preposterous number of graduations. On the large sunlit room we call the porch, which can host a Thanksgiving dinner for 25, there’s a jungle of houseplants, too many chairs, a wall of bookshelves hurting under art tomes and those no-frills paperbacks you can’t buy anymore.

>After he returned from Bolivia, Anthony passed the summer working on the porch. He saw friends, took his pills and did his exercises. He constantly called a statistician who was supposed to collate data for him. He could have rented a place in the city but he’d always been a bit of a cheapskate. My parents liked having him around and they kept the house stocked with the foods he preferred – my mother doesn’t think she ever saw him eat a sweet. Living in New Rochelle he didn’t have to worry about doing his laundry or cleaning the house. In August he learned that he had made Alpha Omega Alpha, the medical school honors society. He’d be one of the top graduating medical students in the country.

>Anthony’s academic schedule was loosely structured so he could meet his obligations in short trips to Philadelphia. By this point, most medical students are obsessed with “the match,” the process hospitals use to select graduating students for residencies. It is famously stressful, but every indication suggested that Anthony would be a strong applicant.

>Anthony was leaning toward specializing in radiology, but he couldn’t get comfortable with the choice. “He was very excited about the idea that radiologists were actually the people making the diagnoses,” Anna said. “Yes, it's the internist who's the first person in the triage line, but it ultimately comes down to radiology, reading the scans and finding what's going on, especially these days.”

>Radiology is a prestigious, lucrative track. But Anthony may have also been attracted to the limited interactions radiologists have with patients. He was “uninterested in the amount of scut work that's involved with other fields of medicine,” Anna said. Anthony wouldn’t have been the first doctor to bristle at filling out endless insurance forms, but he saw radiology as “a way around it. Which, in reality, it's not ... But that was a fantasy that he had.”