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Since I was 7, my goal has been to become a doctor. But life had other plans. I grew up in a blue-collar family in Levittown, N.Y., in the 1950s and ’60s, so it often felt like the world ended in Jersey. When I landed in Lansing, Mich., to attend Michigan State, I expected the Rocky Mountains to be visible. I ended up getting a degree in nursing, but I always had another goal: to become an M.D.
This year, at the age of nearly 73, my dream will finally come true. Soon after, I will start my residency in family medicine. My perspective on medical school and medicine is unique not only because I attended late in life, but because it came after more than 40 years as a nurse practitioner.



