Interpreting Story Being a medical interpreter is interesting... I'm part of some of the most vulnerable moments in people's life's. You are a stranger to them and they're strangers to me. However I'm there when they're about to go into surgery, or about to have a baby, or in the ER, even in psychological appointments or simply going to a routine doctor's appointment. I've held the hand of a mom in labor while I instruct her to push in a language she understands when the doctor tells her to push in a languages she doesn't understand. I've also held a woman's hand while she's going through a procedure to remove the remainder of the fetus she just lost in a miscarriage. The firsts are unforgettable... the first time I had to look at a patient and tell them they have cancer, the first time I was in a C-Section, the first time I dressed up in scrubs and was in the operating room with a patient who is mildly sedated and still needs to understand the doctor's instructions during a cardiac procedure. Some of the cases are intense, while others are simple and straightforward. But in all the times I'm there I feel the immense satisfaction that a person who doesn't speak English is able to make informed decisions about their diagnosis and care plan because they're able to understand what the providers are telling them.