Mike Natter

We Earned this MD

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We want to help you elevate your walls affordably, while focusing on the pieces you actually need - that's why our selection of curated framed prints are available to own at an accessible price point. Your walls are about to look so good - We Earned this MD will look stunning hanging in your .


we donate to JDRF with each purchase of Dr. Natter's work.
Available for world-wide shipping. Please allow up to two weeks to receive your treats.

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Framed Prints 11x14 and 12x12 inches or smaller include a sawtooth hanger (you'll need a nail and hammer to install). Larger Framed Prints include mounted brackets and a hardware kit, so all you'll need is a hammer.


Scratch-resistant. Wipe clean with a damp cloth.

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Medicine started out as a childhood diagnosis of diabetes. It took a hiatus as my elementary school math courses intimidated me. I was steered away from those subjects, I just wasn't one of those kids. Medicine at that time was a pipe dream. Engrossed in art while in undergrad, medicine came back into the foreground as I was introduced to the brain. Neuroscience mentors helped me discover my academic confidence. They helped me realize that I could be "one of those kids" Medicine transitioned to pushing electrons and differential equations. It was vectors, forces, and molecules. It was MCATs and apps. And then medicine became a stack of rejections, many of them. Medicine was dissenting deans, negative tutors, and many saying "you can't" or "it's not meant to be" there were even some "cut your losses." Medicine returned to an insurmountable pipe dream. Until it wasn't. Medicine became a chance encounter with a special Jeff admissions dean. Medicine had become fate. Soon after, medicine changed into a crisp, short white coat. Cadavers and formaldehyde. It was long hours in the library, and biochemical pathways. It was poems about long thoracic nerves, and quirky brain docs. Medicine was a slightly dingier white coat, early mornings, rounding, and retracting. It was pimping and fumbling. It was learning, growing, and treating. Medicine wavered but always emerged as my calling. And tomorrow medicine will be my realized pipe dream, despite the twists, turns, medicine will become my calling answered. I tell you all this because none of these feats were done alone. I did not do this. It was my family who blindly supported me even when things looked bleak. It was my friends who tear up when they tell the story of how I got into med school. It was my med peers who struggled along with me. The teachers, docs, and patients who taught me. It was a gf who took care of me. But it was also all of you - people whom I've never met nor known personally, from near and oceans away, who have offered your words of encouragement to a perfect stranger - it is because of all of you that I am here. This MD belongs as much to you all as it does to me. Thank you!!! πŸ˜·πŸ‘¨πŸ½β€πŸŽ“β€οΈ

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