Undark
On Dec. 30, I received the email nearly everybody on Earth is praying for. The subject line wasn’t exactly scintillating - “Order available for scheduling," it read. But it could only mean one thing: I, along with other students at my medical school, was getting the Covid-19 vaccine.
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As I blanked on my password for the scheduling portal, however, hesitation crept in. Although I’ll return to clinical duties in the coming months, I haven’t served on the front lines during the pandemic. I’m currently on leave, working toward another degree and reporting for a project memorializing health care workers who have died from Covid-19. And when I haven’t been speaking to families who’ve lost loved ones, I’ve been checking in with friends from medical school who are now resident physicians across the country. Or I’ve been video chatting with my 91-year-old grandmother, my bubbie, who’s been in isolation almost a year now.