Hypertrophied heart. |
But today I got to hold a hypertrophied heart in my hands! There was a HEART. In my HANDS.
So I thought this 1st deserved its own post. I've never taken anatomy or worked with cadavers – though I imagine about half our class has this experience - so I felt slightly star struck to be hand-to-heart with physical proof that I am studying medicine. Our pathology course is taught by a Cardiothoracic/ER surgeon who also studied and now teaches Pathology. He is FANTASTIC - an excellent teacher and full of interesting stories from his years of work. The lectures are so engaging which makes the lab that much more hands-on and interesting.
Today for our hour of lab I was reminded that I am a student of medicine and not just a student trying to successfully navigate school in Israel. Not to mention the fact that I was holding a heart, examining its thick muscular walls and valves and vessels, the calcified valve and fatty deposits covering its surface. However, I was also struck by the reality that I am able to learn and examine the pathology of gross anatomy because it tragically killed someone. One of the specimens we examined was a section of a child's heart with a congenital defect: As an aspiring Pediatrician, I may never adjust to the wave of recognition and sadness for the child's short life (and the fresh hole in the lives of the parents).
Jono taking a study break in Caroline House |
Jess and Aubrey in Bari. |
Adam in the French Alps |