Greenbaum was 23, a high school English teacher with a 6-month-old daughter, when she realized she wanted to become a doctor; this simple, affecting account details her difficult path through pre-reed studies, the medical school morass, and internship. Throughout, Greenbaum highlights the extraordinary support of her husband and family during the 10 years of training: parents and in-laws helped with child care (Greenbaum's son was born her last year in medical school); brothers came to the financial rescue after the Greenbaums were served an eviction notice (during a NYC fiscal crisis, Greenbaum's teacher-husband Eddie was laid off). And while Greenbaum's classmates fell by the wayside, victims of grades and stress, her own commitment never wavered. A strong sense of humor relieved the hardest moments: after many unsuccessful pre-admission interviews that focused exclusively on child care, and her husband's feelings about having a doctor for a wife, Eddie suggested, ""When they ask you about your plans for Evie, why don't you say, 'My daughter! Oh, my God! I never thought about my daughter! What in the world am I going to do with her?' "" Greenbaum eventually traces her professional fervor as a pediatrician to the loss of her twin brother in childhood from heart disease. Her first experience of death as a physician drives home the connection: ""In one grief-stricken moment, I was a doctor, a mother and a surviving child. A little boy who now lay cold and still in the next room was my patient. He was my son. He was my brother."" A moving, family-centered success story.