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In 1929 in my native Hungary, just about all children were born at home. I came into the world at my parent’s home, around 5 o’clock in the morning. To my mother’s relief, her labor was relatively short. She was assisted by a midwife and my two grandmothers. I don’t remember ever hearing where my father was during all that fuss, but knowing that he was a very practical man, he was probably boiling water. As it happened, my great uncle, an obstetrician, was out on a call in a neighboring village, so he missed my birth. Midwife and all, my birth was like a close family affair. 

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“It is the Sunday of the long weekend, you know,” the voice stated on the other end of the dental emergency line. Of all the times for my wisdom tooth to erupt with viscous fervor, the long weekend before my medical school graduation was the time. My dentist was closed, and an emergent oral X-ray at a clinic an hour away would put me back $200. Even with access to a significant line of credit and transportation, few personal bills, and social supports, I said no.

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