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Yesterday , an anesthesiologist I know passed away.

Cardiac arrest. I won't get into the details.

Anyways I met younger professionals and the look on their faces was something, because they pictured me as older.

It was funny but also interesting. It reminded me of this

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When I say I am old, people underestimate my words.

I rarely talk about it but at the beginning of medical school I was very much told that I am likely to not make it to graduation, being born with a heart defect. The prognosis was partly speculation but also significant enough to be taken seriously.

And I am now 35, and I look around 30 or bit less because of my celiac disease, life style and many reasons. I still struggle with the symptoms when something else is going on , though they don't entirely disable me.

That's quite something isn't it? I can't decide though if it is a good or a bad thing. Maybe neither. You get tired of being the one left behind.

I have survived a lot in 4 decades short of 5 years. I am old in many ways.
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For the first several years of us knowing each other, I thought of you as my age. Then I learned about you being a doctor (this was when I was early 20's), and you joked about being my "mama" and I was like, Oh. This lady is my elder.

Thank you for taking care of your health. I want as many years with you as possible.

I'm sorry you feel left behind. And I'm sorry for your loss.

 
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