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.
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