Fact or Fiction? Joshua Lyon

If I had been asked a couple months ago to describe my dream job, I could have told you my dreams to the last detail. It would have started something like this: 'I walk into a hospital every day, greeted by friends and colleagues. I want to do general surgery in order to help those who need it. I want to spend time with the families, help them, and let them know that I am able to take care of their loved ones.' Of course, that’s what I would have said before. Now, it’s a completely different story.

Fast forward, ask me now, and see what I say. My response would be something like this: “.......". I don’t even have a clue where to begin! Sure, being a surgeon has been my dream since I was just a kid. It’s what I always remember wanting to do. Yet now that I’m older I find myself thinking it through so much more than ever before. Helping people is important to me, yes, but now I’m forced to look ahead, and as I do, there is so much more to consider. What is my family life going to look like? Where will I have to go to find work? Will I be able to travel? Spend time with my kids? Have a social life? There is so much extra baggage that goes with being in the medical field, that now it may only be a dream.

Consequently, if...