I spent more than a decade building a career that demanded everything from me, except permission. When a single opportunity exposed the fault line in my marriage, I realized the hardest diagnosis I’d ever make was about the man I loved.
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My name is Teresa, and I was 34 years old when I finally admitted that ambition scared my husband more than failure ever scared me.
Medicine wasn’t just my career. It was the backbone of my life, the one thing I’d chosen without hesitation and fought for without apology.
I’d spent more than 12 years earning my place in that world.
Medicine wasn’t just my career. It was the backbone of my life.
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