Growing up, I vowed to be the perfect child. In fact, my family nickname was “Perfect Pam”.

Alas, I eventually realised that perfection was overrated and a sure-fire way to set one up for disappointment.

As I grew older, I modified my strategy: I tried to do my best, fully acknowledging that my best might be light years away from perfection. I came to accept the idea of being “good enough”.

As a doctor, though, looking after the health of others, the stakes are high. I am cautious. I would rather get a second opinion than miss something, even if in doing so I may look foolish.