When I grew up I remember hearing English and another language, medicine. I was determined to learn this language of doctors. My nightstand was covered with anatomy books aside toddler bedtime stories. While my friends were busy solving Scoobie Doo mysteries, I was badgering Dad for medical cases to crack. By the time I was ten, I could hold my own side of medical talks with him. Two years later, I could even help. Not bad for a twelve year old girl...