A deafening silence.

This is another installment of my introspective journey after my second stroke, as described here.

Shhh. Silence is golden. I find it more like onyx than gold. Onyx is reflective and shows its imperfections easily, whether it be a smudge, a scratch, or dullness…

Signed Out: How my two strokes signed me out of my painstakingly planned medical education
Signed Out: How my two strokes signed me out of my painstakingly planned medical education
I had two strokes during medical school. Let’s talk about one and what I learned about life along the way.
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