Elisa Troyer

Sep 5, 2024 | opmed.doximity.com | Michaela Barry |Teresa Samson |Ryan McCormick |Ryan Mccormick |Elisa Troyer

“But what if I can’t find anyone to pick me up?” My silence must have hung heavily over the phone as I tried to think of solutions to this impossible question. The patient on the other end of the line was a gregarious middle-aged woman whose Cologuard had recently returned positive, and she needed to be scheduled for a colonoscopy. Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of anyone who would be able to pick her up from her procedure, or provide aftercare in the 24 hours post-anesthesia.

Sep 5, 2024 | opmed.doximity.com | Teresa Samson |Ryan McCormick |Ryan Mccormick |Elisa Troyer |Soubhana Asif

When one hospital closes, another one opens. That’s the saying, right? Of course, that’s not always easy to see in the moment, especially the moment my residency learned we had two months to find a new training site. It was March of my intern year at a two-year old internal medicine program. As anyone might imagine life at a new residency program, change was our only constant. We would identify growth opportunities, generate new policies and procedures, implement, refine, and repeat the cycle again.

Sep 4, 2024 | opmed.doximity.com | Ryan McCormick |Ryan Mccormick |Elisa Troyer |Soubhana Asif |Hailey Roumimper

Mütters and Founding Fathers: A Medical Tour of PhillyThey say that going for a walk is good for your mental and physical health. As a physician and citizen of Philadelphia, I find that walking these historic streets also connects me to our profession’s rich history. Unlike the depressing gauntlet of medical malpractice billboards festooned along major highways, the small alleys and grand landmarks here in Philly inspire me.

Sep 4, 2024 | opmed.doximity.com | Elisa Troyer |Soubhana Asif |Hailey Roumimper |Matthew Kent

I Realized I Wasn't Cut Out For My Dream JobIn summer 2024, Doximity ran our Women in Medicine essay contest. We are happy to announce this as the winning essay. I basically just started, and I’ve already failed at the U.S. health care system. One year ago, these were the words that filled my brain every hour of every day as I realized that I wasn’t cut out for my job. My dream job. The one I had felt was my calling.