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"You don't want your daughter to be like me." I said to my colleague one day. He peered over and replied "Not like you? You're a successful interventional cardiologist." I am indeed, but it has been difficult to exist in this vortex that is my world. I feel as though I have climbed to the top of a mountain of skulls and bones. The road has left me weary, as if I have been marathoning through dense, humid air. I look behind me, and it seems like the path is littered with broken dreams and brittle relationships. I am unable to get away from criticism and allegations and bullying. Am I the only one to see this? When I look back on the world, it appears to be a battlefield. What do others see? As I lay in my bed, trying to make peace with the confusion of how I could be so right and yet so wrong, the answer dawned upon me. The traits that people demand of me, as a cardiologist - assertiveness, leadership, confidence, logic - are fundamentally masculine. But the