It was a summer like any other. There I was, at my lab bench at Sunnybrook Hospital, dissecting my third mouse of the day as part of my pre-med research on metformin and diabetes. It had been a great internship, and I was genuinely starting to picture myself on that path research, medicine and more patient-oriented care. But as I wrapped up my experiments one afternoon and walked through those ever-busy hospital halls, something quietly clicked: this wasn't it for me.

I loved the science genuinely. But what I loved even more were the people and the problems. The intellectual challenge of diagnosing complexity. The deeply human stakes. I just didn't need the blood and guts to get there.