Writing for a Cancer Magazine
I’ve been writing for a cancer magazine for about two years now. It’s something I love to do because medicine is one of my first loves.
Cancer is a mystery to me, even after the many facts and factoids about it that I’ve swallowed during med school. Imagine cells that seem to act like immortals, cells that refuse to die on their own. Cancer cells need a proverbial stake through the heart for them to succumb to death.
Writing alone is already one of my most favorite things to do in the world. Writing about medicine just makes it even more special. That is why when I saw these words on the editorial of the magazine, my heart skipped a beat:
Me, prolific? I have never really seen myself as prolific. But then again, perhaps it’s not whether you’re good or not that matters. Maybe people are meant to excel in fields they are passionate about.
Disclaimer: I’m not saying I excel. I’m just really grateful someone thinks I’m prolific. (Believe me, the disclaimer is necessary, just in case people are reading my posts with a magnifying glass.)
Thank you to the entire magazine staff for the opportunities that keep coming. I am grateful and deeply humbled.