My name is Joan Salah. I am a local family doctor and, when I flatter myself, I call myself a woman in science. I grew up in the tiny village of Iona, the second of 5 children. My mother was a single parent hippie artist from Halifax, so I always felt like a bit of an outsider there. In high school, I decided to be a “Doctor”. After all, I had been telling everyone far and wide how very smart I was and I figured that was the best way to prove it. Off I went to Mount Allison to do Biochemistry and ultimately to go to medical school. I knew nothing about medicine or what my ultimate career might look like; I was armed only with a general knowledge of what it might take to get accepted. Very quickly all my plans got turned upside down. As it turned out, I loved Chemistry. I was good at it; I loved the research, the collegial environment and the small university experience. There I discovered that “Doctors” are fakes—they don’t have a doctorate! Everyone in a University knows that true intellectuals have PhDs, so off I went in search of one for myself. I applied to Dalhousie, got my NSERC funding and my future was set in motion. I was bothered, however, by a niggling curiosity: I had said I would get into Medical School, could I? So, I applied. I only applied to Dalhousie, assuming I would not get in anyway. When I did get in, I thought I shouldn’t waste the opportunity. Well, what an enormous mistake. In my first 2 years I was miserable. Compared to my beloved chemistry lab, medicine was a mess. Nothing was controlled, very little was well known and I felt like all I could do was memorize great and growing lists of stuff. In my undergrad, however mistakenly, there were times that I felt like I really knew something well. I never felt this way in Medicine. In my second year, I wanted to quit, but realized I was so far in debt that quitting was no longer financially feasible. Finally, in 3rd year we were launched on the poor unsuspecting patients of Halifax and, thankfully, I remembered that I really do like people and medicine is really all about people. From there, slowly, medicine became science to me. I learned again to ask thoughtful questions, to examine and to pay attention. I did tests, tried to prove theories and in the end tried to formulate an answer and consider management. As it turns out, my job now is not so different as I imagined my life as a chemistry professor. I teach, I participate in the (often fascinating) lives of my patients and not a day goes by that I don’t experience something new.