So why did you choose to be a physician?

Itchless, painless red rashes blanketed the seventh grader’s calves ready for spring in shorts. Long overstaying their welcome, the rashes concerned his mother. So they went to the doctor.

Now, a silver chain peaks out of the back of his shirt, a fashion statement perhaps. Yet the one-inch, hexagonal pendant hidden from the world reveals something more—von Willebrand disease.

Nicholas Arno’s blood disorder forces him to refrigerate a $500 tiny bottle of nasal spray that clots his blood if he cuts himself or gets a nosebleed, the sophomore biology major says.

Before his diagnosis, science had always been cool, Arno says, but now he knows he wants to be a physician.

Arno's necklace . photo taken by me