A reminder

After 2 rejections of 3 schools I've heard back from, just for an interview (Yes, I got one interview, and I couldn't be more thrilled!!) I finally started thinking maybe I should be realistic like other people, and think about the other things I could do in life, other than be a doctor.

But then, I'm working on a Cancer Biology paper on a Sunday afternoon (enjoying it a lot actually, toying with the idea of an MSc of some sort), and I get a call - I'm on call with my campus first aid team. On a Sunday afternoon, we don't really expect to get calls. And as a supervisor I don't have to attend to a minor call.

But this wasnt a minor call, it was a semi-serious one. So I RAN.

It was a patient who legitimately needed our help, and we helped him. My team did a phenomenal job with and without my help, and I couldn't be more proud. My team, and the paramedics and firefighters gave the patient an excellent standard of care. It was a great learning experience, all the rush of taking care of someone in need, great leadership, and just a great feeling. Today I got to be part of a well-oiled machine...a small part of which, I even helped to build.

And he was a child. I could treat children. I could do it. Everyone says they want to go into pediatrics, but I think I really could.

I got back to the library to try and get something written in this paper on clonal evolution theory of tumorigenesis....oh right, schoolwork...and can't help thinking, I'm going to be a doctor.

About me

(not really much about me)

This is a thing I've thought about for a long time.

I don't know who would read it, but I certainly want to write it.

I've wanted to be a doctor since I was 12, or maybe younger. Over the years my motivations and interests have changed, but this goal has stayed exactly the same.

It's definitely an uphill battle, and I'm less than halfway there -- as one of several thousand hoping to get interviews to the Ontario med school this year. Wish me luck!