On the third Thursday in March of every year, at medical schools all across the nation, fourth year medical students discovered where they would participate in residency programs. Visioning myself in their shoes, I was anxious all day. But, lacking the excitement they all had, I began to think. I began to think about many, many things in terms of medicine and otherwise. Medicine is obviously something that I've seen myself doing for some time, and that won't change. But will it happen? Will my physical issues hold me back? Will they create insurmountable difficulties?
The only remedy I can begin to fathom is that the worry I currently experience can turn into passion. So much passion that I plan to create an e-mail list of doctors that might have some interesting studies in the works and might decide which opportunities I'd like to seek out for the summer, including the one that I have briefly described, but I can't divulge any details just yet.
I can't wait for medical school and to finally have the ability to give back to those individuals who have given to me in such an enormous way, with so much time, patience, and expertise, but Match Day really made me think. Is medicine going to be too much of a challenge? Am I going to experience physical limitations that are impossible to conquer?
Answering all of my seemingly rhetorical questions should be easy, but they all seem to be running around in my head with no intentions of escaping. Having the opportunity to volunteer in the hospice (possibly hospital) and respite settings this summer will hopefully offset the things that I'm dealing with at this moment.
The beautiful people who have stuck by me and answered my questions are individuals I couldn't possibly thank enough. I'm so fortunate to be attending school in such a technological age, and I can't wait to see what the future holds!