Becoming Dr. Q. Alfredo Quinones-Hinojosa
PRAISE FOR BECOMING DR. Q
“This is a spellbinding story of a champion who harnessed the power of passion and dogged determination to triumph over adversity. Be prepared to laugh, cry, and come away enlightened not just about the human brain and its miraculous capacities but also about the human heart.”
Venus Williams, author of Come to Win
“Ever since I first heard Dr. Q’s story, my main question was: how does a migrant farm worker with no money and no English overcome the odds and pursue his aspirations at the highest levels of the medical field? Wow—not only is it the stuff of which fairy tales and Hollywood movies are made, but it’s also a much-needed prescription for the soul.”
Chris Gardner, author of The Pursuit of Happyness
“The life of Dr. Q is a testament to the power of poverty to motivate social ascent, the power of intellectual prowess to scale academia’s heights, and the power of altruism to give back, through the most highly developed medical treatment and the creation of new knowledge, through mentoring the next generation, and through his own unique family.”
Joe L. Martinez Jr., professor of neurobiology, University of California at Berkeley
“Quite simply, Dr. Q is a hero to many people in the Hispanic community. He went from the farm fields in California to the most advanced operating rooms in the country. He earned $3.35 an hour cultivating tomatoes and chili peppers in the San Joaquin Valley. What makes his journey unique is that the same hands that picked vegetables are now touching the brains of his patients and saving lives. I can’t think of a better example of what an immigrant with ambition and dedication can do in this great country of opportunities. He is, no doubt, a real hero.”
Jorge Ramos, senior news anchor, Univision News
“I used to think that Superman was an American who went by the name Clark Kent. Now I know that he is a Mexican American who goes by the name Dr. Q. Read this book to believe it.”
Katrina Firlik, MD, author of Another Day in the Frontal Lobe: A Brain Surgeon Exposes Life on the Inside
“This is a poignant and timely story that needs to be told. Dr. Q is a heroic and resilient man, whose odyssey should make it more difficult for pundits and others to demonize immigrants from Mexico and Central America.”
Paul R. Linde, MD, author of Danger to Self: On the Front Line with an ER Psychiatrist
“Even as a little kid, Dr. Q dreamed really big dreams, and no matter what the obstacles, he never gave up. I know firsthand that if you don’t dream it, you can’t become it. Now as a man, not only has he become it, but even more important, he is helping others to realize their dreams. Young people around the world will identify with and be motivated by Dr. Q’s story. This book is a slam dunk! Rock on, Dr. Q!”
Jason McElwain, author of The Game of My Life
Becoming Dr. Q
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Becoming Dr. Q
MY JOURNEY FROM MIGRANT
FARM WORKER TO BRAIN SURGEON
ALFREDO QUIÑONES-HINOJOSA, MD
With Mim Eichler Rivas
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© 2011 by Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Quiñones-Hinojosa, Alfredo.
Becoming Dr. Q : my journey from migrant farm worker to brain
surgeon / Alfredo Quiñones-Hinojosa ; with Mim Eichler Rivas.
p. ; cm.
ISBN 978-0-520-27118-0 (cloth : alk. paper)
1. Quiñones-Hinojosa, Alfredo. 2. Neurosurgeons—Mexico—Biography. 3. Mexican Americans—Mexico—Biography. 4. Transients and Migrants—Mexico—Biography. I. Rivas, Mim Eichler. II. Title.
[DNLM: 1. Quiñones-Hinojosa, Alfredo. 2. Neurosurgery—Mexico—Autobiography. 3. Neurosurgery—United States—Autobiography. 4. Mexican Americans—Mexico—Autobiography. 5. Mexican Americans—United States—Autobiography. 6. Transients and Migrants—Mexico—Autobiography. 7. Transients and Migrants—United States—Autobiography. WZ 100]
RD592.9.Q46A3 2011
617.092—dc22
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Manufactured in the United States of America
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The paper used in this publication meets the minimum requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48–1992 (R 1997) (Permanence of Paper).
In loving memory of my sister Maricela
Prologue
SEEKING TERRA FIRMA
“Is this the neurosurgeon on call?”
The urgent words set my heart racing as I picked up the line from the San Francisco General Hospital emergency room at the beginning of a night shift in June 1999.
“Yes, this is Dr. Quiñones-Hinojosa,” I replied formally. Then I quickly amended my answer, offering the nickname given to me in medical school. “This is Dr. Q. How can I help?”
“An ambulance will be arriving any second, bringing in a patient with a gunshot wound to the head who needs immediate attention!”
“On my way!” Springing into motion, I sped down the hallway of the hospital—still new territory to me since I’d arrived only a few days earlier, fresh from Harvard Medical School, to begin an internship and residency in neurosurgery at the University of California, San Francisco. For my first night as the on-call neurosurgery intern, I was green enough to wonder if someone had made a mistake in assigning this crisis to me. A gunshot wound to the head?
Though I’d been given a preview of the demands placed on residents at SFGH—the only Level I trauma hospital in the Bay Area and one of the busiest in the nation—little in my academic training had prepared me for the war zone atmosphere of trauma services. Fear gripped me as I ran down the stairs and then through the corridor leading to the emergency room.
Alfredo, get hold of yourself, I thought. But there was nothing of myself to hold on to! The faster I tried to fly down the hall, the more my breathing accelerated, the slower my footsteps fell. My head felt disembodied, as though floating in the air above me. Sweating heavily, my heart pumping wildly, I struggled for balance, certain that I was about to collapse on the floor—right here in the hallways of this magnificent building and institution.
From outside the