At 16, I was set out on a path to do medicine. Everything in my life was designed around this happening. I just remember an awful lot of homework. An awful lot of pressure. Obviously, I needed to get my GCSEs, my A levels. As well as that, the extracurricular stuff. For me, in the absence of any sport, it was music. My big quandary was that I wasn’t 100% convinced that medicine was what I actually wanted to do.
But for all the right reasons. My dad was a doctor and you want the best for your kids, and that meant a ‘sensible profession’. Of the four of us, the degrees were medicine, medicine, law, medicine. That period of my life would have been happier if I’d have chosen my own destiny more. Or if I’d known that it was possible. When I suggested to my mum the idea
