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>>21964240
>Anthony dissected his options with my parents and on long calls with Anna. In flailing notes to hospital officials, he changed his desired program, switched interview dates and asked to extend at least one deadline to accommodate his research. As the matching process advanced, between November and January, he considered pursuing pathology, a career of working with corpses and staring at slides. To my family, this seemed even more gnomic than radiology. They couldn’t fathom why he would even consider it.

>Each of them would have preferred, and to some degree encouraged, him to consider a more patient-centric career in internal medicine. “I think you would get bored just reading films all day long,” my mother remembers telling him. “And he said, ‘Well, you know it’s really expanded.’ And I said, ‘Well, that’s fine whatever you want to do. You can always change.” Before beginning a radiology residency, young doctors usually do a year in general medical training. My family hoped it would inspire him to take a new path.

>In January, Anthony traveled to Boston to interview at two Harvard hospitals, Massachusetts General and Brigham and Women’s. He appeared so anxious before the trip that my father wondered if he would survive.

>After the first interview Anthony spoke to Anna. He was “unbelievably ruminative,” she said. “He could not understand why anyone would have him as a resident and couldn’t recall the interviews.” Worried about another sleepless night he considered blowing off his appointment at Massachusetts General, arguably the best hospital in the country. “It was so scary to him and he couldn’t articulate what was scary.” Anna was scared too, “And I thought that if I gave him enough love that he would be OK.”

>When Anthony returned home he said to my mother, "I don't know what the interviews were about." One questioner had tossed him a softball about whether he had any questions about the program, and he didn’t. Weren’t all the programs basically the same? He felt wounded, my mother said, that “No one seemed to raise their eyebrows when he said he had had a Fogarty. That he was in Bolivia.” Never mind that his research wasn’t related to radiology. “He kept saying he'd wasted a year. Why did we let him go?”

>>18633523
>Anthony dissected his options with my parents and on long calls with Anna. In flailing notes to hospital officials, he changed his desired program, switched interview dates and asked to extend at least one deadline to accommodate his research. As the matching process advanced, between November and January, he considered pursuing pathology, a career of working with corpses and staring at slides. To my family, this seemed even more gnomic than radiology. They couldn’t fathom why he would even consider it.

>Each of them would have preferred, and to some degree encouraged, him to consider a more patient-centric career in internal medicine. “I think you would get bored just reading films all day long,” my mother remembers telling him. “And he said, ‘Well, you know it’s really expanded.’ And I said, ‘Well, that’s fine whatever you want to do. You can always change.” Before beginning a radiology residency, young doctors usually do a year in general medical training. My family hoped it would inspire him to take a new path.

>In January, Anthony traveled to Boston to interview at two Harvard hospitals, Massachusetts General and Brigham and Women’s. He appeared so anxious before the trip that my father wondered if he would survive.

>After the first interview Anthony spoke to Anna. He was “unbelievably ruminative,” she said. “He could not understand why anyone would have him as a resident and couldn’t recall the interviews.” Worried about another sleepless night he considered blowing off his appointment at Massachusetts General, arguably the best hospital in the country. “It was so scary to him and he couldn’t articulate what was scary.” Anna was scared too, “And I thought that if I gave him enough love that he would be OK.”

>When Anthony returned home he said to my mother, "I don't know what the interviews were about." One questioner had tossed him a softball about whether he had any questions about the program, and he didn’t. Weren’t all the programs basically the same? He felt wounded, my mother said, that “No one seemed to raise their eyebrows when he said he had had a Fogarty. That he was in Bolivia.” Never mind that his research wasn’t related to radiology. “He kept saying he'd wasted a year. Why did we let him go?”

>Anthony dissected his options with my parents and on long calls with Anna. In flailing notes to hospital officials, he changed his desired program, switched interview dates and asked to extend at least one deadline to accommodate his research. As the matching process advanced, between November and January, he considered pursuing pathology, a career of working with corpses and staring at slides. To my family, this seemed even more gnomic than radiology. They couldn’t fathom why he would even consider it.

>Each of them would have preferred, and to some degree encouraged, him to consider a more patient-centric career in internal medicine. “I think you would get bored just reading films all day long,” my mother remembers telling him. “And he said, ‘Well, you know it’s really expanded.’ And I said, ‘Well, that’s fine whatever you want to do. You can always change.” Before beginning a radiology residency, young doctors usually do a year in general medical training. My family hoped it would inspire him to take a new path.

>In January, Anthony traveled to Boston to interview at two Harvard hospitals, Massachusetts General and Brigham and Women’s. He appeared so anxious before the trip that my father wondered if he would survive.

>After the first interview Anthony spoke to Anna. He was “unbelievably ruminative,” she said. “He could not understand why anyone would have him as a resident and couldn’t recall the interviews.” Worried about another sleepless night he considered blowing off his appointment at Massachusetts General, arguably the best hospital in the country. “It was so scary to him and he couldn’t articulate what was scary.” Anna was scared too, “And I thought that if I gave him enough love that he would be OK.”

>When Anthony returned home he said to my mother, "I don't know what the interviews were about." One questioner had tossed him a softball about whether he had any questions about the program, and he didn’t. Weren’t all the programs basically the same? He felt wounded, my mother said, that “No one seemed to raise their eyebrows when he said he had had a Fogarty. That he was in Bolivia.” Never mind that his research wasn’t related to radiology. “He kept saying he'd wasted a year. Why did we let him go?”