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From Doctor
to Healer

Memoir |

From Doctor to Healer

Welcome to my third memoir about my unusual trajectory in the world of medicine. In my first memoir, “Medicine and Miracles in the High Desert,” I shared with readers my profoundly life-changing and eye-opening time on the Navajo Reservation as a young schoolteacher in the early 1970s. Many years later, I returned to the Navajo people to serve them as a medical doctor in Cuba, New Mexico. The second memoir, “From Mountains to Medicine,” takes the reader on a spellbinding, ten-year odyssey in search of my life’s purpose.

 

This memoir begins with my wide-eyed excitement upon entering medical school. I had an unquenchable eagerness to learn information and skills that would help others. I held no pre-conceived ideas about the kind of education I would receive. Gradually, as time passed, I began suspecting that something wasn’t right about some of the information that the professors and mentors taught the medical students. Long after I completed my training, I discovered why some of the information I learned didn’t make sense, and the conflicts of interest involved in many of the studies that were done that influenced what the medical students were taught. 

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While in my training, I eventually understood that, if I wanted to succeed and graduate near the top of the class, I had to silence my common sense, critical thinking, and experiential knowledge. I put my soul in a little box and tucked it away, which allowed me to go along with everything the professors taught me. 

 

As the years went by, a barely audible internal voice kept telling me, “This kind of corporatized medicine is not the path you were searching for. You are turning into a robot—a factory worker on a conveyor belt.”  

 

Reminiscent of what happened in my younger life as a college student, it took a major disaster to liberate me from the path I had taken. The disaster upended my life and then threw me right onto the path that I had longed for. 

 

At last, I found my life’s true purpose and, as a Navajo friend’s grandmother prophesized in 1971, “...if you survive the big and sometimes life-threatening obstacles that come your way, you will have powerful medicine to give to the people.”

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