Metaphorizing My Pain
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Tess Timmes ~
“Please walk slowly,” cautioned Sunita, my interpreter, as I crept down the stony switchback trail towards the rural Nepali village of Dhulikhel. Sunita, in her petite navy ballet flats, hopped down the rocks as easily as the speckled goats grazing nearby.
Emboldened by her speed, I stepped along eagerly, only to catch my size-ten neon running sneaker on a root and splat face-first into the dust. Looking up, I saw four women standing outside their clay-walled homes, their hands pressed to their mouths, their eyes sparkling with stifled laughter. Talk about making an entrance….
After finishing my third year of medical school, I was taking a year off to pursue my masters degree in public health. Through my research that year, I’d learned of an opportunity to spend a month in Dhulikhel, located in the Kathmandu Valley, south of the Himalayas, interviewing the region’s women about their use of primary-care and mental-health services. Passionate about women’s health, and eager to escape another Boston winter, I signed on.
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Hillary Mullan
About the artist:
Hillary Mullan is a second-year medical student at the University of Massachusetts in Worcester. As a student and former research assistant, she often finds herself inspired by the beauty of human biology. Through hand cut paper images she hopes to share this appreciation with others.
About the artwork:
“I created this piece at the very beginning of our anatomy course. Working on the pair of lungs provided me with an opportunity to process the unique and challenging experiences of anatomy lab. I have always found creating art to be therapeutic and hope to keep this a part of my life during and after medical school.”
Visuals editor:
Sara Kohrt
As a Jewish American, I recently celebrated my faith’s new year. I followed tradition by going to the cemetery prior to the beginning of the holy days to pay my respects to my beloved paternal grandmother, mother and father. Standing in front of the Wall of Eternal Life, I read the prayer for the deceased–until a tsunami of pain inundated me.
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