Humans

“Life, for me, is magic. A continuously evolving journey, full of surprises that only we can manage. The secret lies in living it to the fullest. However, throughout my existence, life has not always been magical. ‘There is nothing that is not an intermediate state between being and nothingness,’ Hegel used to say. And he was right. In beauty, I have indeed found ugliness, sadness, and shocking revelations. I have endured many family and personal hardships. I have known the real meaning of loss

"Why my mother left, then, I will never know. I have spent endless hours asking God for an explanation as to why He needed to take her away from me so soon. I still need her in my life – I wasn’t ready to let her go so soon. There were still so many things we wanted to do together in this life and so many topics to talk about. If I had known that the time with her would be so short, I would have hugged her a little longer, spent more time with her, opened up about many more things, and shared mo

"In our preclinical years, before we ever talk to a patient, we first talk among ourselves and then with actors playing the patients. It’s hard! No one tells you how challenging and complex it is to have a conversation that sounds normal with someone while you simultaneously need to gather information, advise them on their problems, and develop a treatment plan. It seems that such a primary and simple part of being human, namely having a conversation, has suddenly become much more difficult. Yet

"After two years of medical studies, after countless hours spent reviewing lecture notes and exhaustively practicing for anatomy exams, I realize that the knowledge of the human condition is as important, if not more important, than understanding physiology. This realization first dawned on me through my various university experiences. The bold words ‘INSTITUTE OF HUMAN RELATIONS’ etched above the entrance of the Yale School of Medicine remind me that we are more than just scientists. We are als

"The first time I visited a hospital, I was 11 years old. Despite my mother having been hospitalized several times before, my parents tried to keep my sister and me away for as long as possible. But that day, there was going to be the hospital admission that would mark the end of all admissions: my mother was receiving a new kidney. I wasn’t bothered by the cacophony of alarms, beeps, and cries. The only thing I could see was my mother. The transplant was successful, but unbeknownst to everyone

Business Consultant and Travel Enthusiast in the Orient Liposarcoma (rare tumor) Milan, Italy (Humanitas Rozzano Hospital) “When I turned 18, I took a trip to Venezuela. I had never been to South America before then. In fact, that was my first trip far from home. Far from Milan. To this day, it remains one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had. Venezuela remains in my eyes a landscape of surprising, at times surreal nature. With serene, sociable, lovable daily life scenarios. In sho