In the competitive world of modern medicine, I have always believed that the most difficult operations aren’t performed with a scalpel, but through the sheer force of will required to navigate a system designed to overlook you. My name is Teresa, and by the age of 34, I had spent over a decade constructing a career that demanded every ounce of my resilience. I survived the grueling, caffeine-fueled marathons of medical school and the soul-crushing exhaustion of residency, where four hours of sleep was considered a luxury. Along the way, I learned to navigate the subtle and overt misogyny of...
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