http://riversidereader.com/\ My very first thought at the end of my very first day of radiology was that if my older brother, an astroparticle physicist, were to go to med school, he would make for an amazing radiologist. That side of me – the side that loves math and kind of digs physics – was actually, quite unexpectedly, fascinated with radiology. Beyond the math- and physics-laden imaging modalities, radiology also offers an intriguing element of art analysis. Sitting in a dark room, with a systematic visual approach and a heavy reliance on the similarities between human anatomy, a radiologist must decipher the delicate difference between disease and the slight variations that make us all uniquely beautiful beings.
I honestly do enjoy looking at images, especially if I know the greater context of the patient’s story. And I value the amount of information imaging modalities can add to patient care. As a result, I have seriously considered pursuing radiology from time-to-time. But when I step back to look at the greater picture, I try to define what “practicing medicine” means to me. While I don’t yet have a complete definition, I know that radiology doesn’t quite fit, as it is not necessarily conducive to the type of impact I want to have, and have always imagined having, on my patients’ lives.