
04/24/2025
Generational trauma…
My entire grandmother’s family was slaughtered in front of her at a young age all because they were “othered”. She was spared because she was seen as an oddity with red hair and blue eyes in a sea of more traditional Armenian traits.
Her harrowing journey to this country and the heartbreak she endured has always been in my heart and soul despite not knowing every single detail.
Her unwavering love and compassion for others despite her brutal treatment was my foundation growing up. It may be one of the reasons why I see it as my duty as a physician to fight for those who need help. My duty to fight for what is right despite the consequences.
Every day I wonder if she would be proud of me…if I live up to her standards of being a good human.
I reread her memoirs, written by my beloved late Aunt, every so often to keep me grounded and appreciative of what I have and who I fight for.
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