Follow, Subscribe & Share to support! My grandfather passed away from cancer when I was just 12 years old. Losing someone so dear at such a young age was something I struggled to understand. From that moment, I became determined to become a doctor because I never wanted anyone else to go through what I had experienced. There were eight children in my family, and unfortunately, it was not possible for my family to support my education. I started school quite late, and after completing high school, becoming a doctor was beyond our financial means. The only option available to me was to pursue nursing. Back then, my dream was simple: I wanted to become a doctor so that I could help save people from the pain of losing someone they love. This is part of 20 Stories of Tibetans in Diaspora, a project by Stories of Tibetans, funded by The Tibet Fund. Follow, subscribe, and share to support our stories.