New York Medical College

New York Medical College, also known as New York Med or NYMC, is a private graduate health sciences university based in Valhalla, New York, a suburb of New York City and a part of the New York Metropolitan Area. The university is located approximately 20 min by car north of Yankee Stadium and 35 min by express rail north of Grand Central Terminal/Times Square.

The main campus in Valhalla includes Westchester Medical Center University Hospital, Maria Fareri Children's Hospital, the Behavioral Health Center, and the Westchester Institute for Human Development. The second university hospital of New York Medical College is Metropolitan Hospital Center in Manhattan.

New York Medical College is the leading academic biomedical research institution between New York City and Albany, with $44 million in research and programs funded by the National Institutes of Health, corporations and other sources. The university has specific strengths in the areas of cardiovascular disease, cancer, neuroscience and infectious disease.

Three schools comprise New York Medical College: the Graduate School of Basic Medical Sciences, the School of Health Sciences and Practice, and the School of Medicine. Total enrollment is 1,660 students (including 774 medical students), in addition to 800 residents and clinical fellows. NYMC employs 1,350 full-time faculty members and 1,450 part-time and voluntary faculty. The university has more than 12,000 alumni active in medical practice, healthcare administration, public health, teaching and research.

Read more about New York Medical College:  History of New York Medical College, The Graduate School of Basic Medical Sciences, The School of Health Sciences and Practice & Institute of Public Health, The School of Medicine, Affiliated Hospitals and Organizations, Matriculation and Residency Match, Notable Alumni, Images

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