An unlikely pair of physicians brought me into the world. A class of medical students voted to name me Pamela. I spent my childhood playing in the hospital halls, peeking in on autopsies, talking to corpses, and examining the human remains stockpiled all over our house. My dad always introduced me as a doctor-in-training and set me loose on inmates, heroin addicts, and cadavers while most girls my age were playing with Barbie dolls. My path as a healer began early, even before I was born. Read the real story...