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Sheldon Cohen M.D. FACP. The Making of a Physician
CHAPTER 1. PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 2. FAMILY HISTORY
CHAPTER 3. EARLY DAYS
CHAPTER 4. GRADE SCHOOL
CHAPTER 5. MORE GRADE SCHOOL
CHAPTER 6. HIGH SCHOOL
CHAPTER 7. COLLEGE
CHAPTER 8. MEDICAL SCHOOL AND INTERNSHIP
CHAPTER 9. UNITED STATES ARMY
CHAPTER 10. RESIDENCY
CHAPTER 11. PRIVATE PRACTICE
CHAPTER 12. MEDICAL CARE DELIVERY
CHAPTER 13. CASE REPORTS
CHAPTER 14. MALPRACTICE
CHAPTER 15. RETIREMENT
CHAPTER 16. MEDICINE 1951-2012
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I have decided to write an autobiography. Am I nationally or internationally famous? The answer is no, so who would care? Nobody, I’m sure. Being curious all my life about my ancestors, I’ve always wished I had more details about my grandparents, great grandparents and great-great grandparent’s lives. I try to learn all I can from living relatives, but all I’ve been able to glean is very little or nothing at all because my interest peaked too late in life and there was no one left to query. Therefore, I decided I would spare my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren that same frustration…if they should ever have it. Why do I have it? I don’t know except that I have become a writer (?) in my old age and have written many books as a way of keeping my aging brain intact. I can only hope that strategy is effective, but so far, it seems to be working; as I will soon be 83 years of age and still write. Notice there is no comment about the writing quality, which is not for me to say. I am confident, however, that my writing improves with time, practice and study. That opinion is mine and mine alone, so I continue to do my thing unencumbered by critical and professional comment. It is the best hobby I have ever embraced and I hope to continue it until I can no longer type or write.
Thinking it over, the best and most logical place to start this autobiography would be with the first memory of my life, so here goes.
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One would think that a first memory involving a military parade would portend a military career for me, but I only spent two years in the army (during peacetime in the United States) and that is also a story for later on in my tale. However, I’m getting ahead of myself.
My maternal grandmother arrived in the United States in February of 1904 with my three-month-old future mother-to-be. Like all the other third-class immigrants of the time, when they landed in New York, they were required to pass through Ellis Island. They first settled in Rochester New York and later moved to Chicago. About twenty-five years later I was born on November 16, 1929 at Mount Sinai hospital, Chicago Illinois, a month after the great stock market crash that heralded the onset of the great Depression creating some of the economic conditions that would lead inevitably to the amazing history of the 1930’s, the decade that paved the way to World War II.
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