Many times over the years I have found myself musing about how I ended up working in medicine. On the one hand, my father was a physician, but he discouraged me from following in his footsteps. It was the era when we were told “that’s not a good profession for a woman”—like so many other professions that were not for women in the early 1960s. On the other hand, because I was a young woman, I was free to pursue pretty much anything else I was interested in, which left me free to go where I was being led—to music, to dance, and eventually to film. As.
