I get asked a lt about why I chose to become a doctor. And in truth, while I may know now what it is to the profession that draws me to it, I know that I didn't REALLY know back then. It was a sense of purpose, a sense of being that cog in the wheel to move our society to a better world that drove me to it. Of course, there was pride. My never ending pride. I wanted to prove that I can do it. But in hindsight, I now know that if I didn't come to love medicine the way it is now, I would have never made it.
Even as I lay here, wide awake, suffering fron uncertainties about Monday, I have never regrettted choosing this path. Not even the first day, not the worst days, and not now. I love what I do. There is no other profession that I will be able to watch some one being born, while watching another pass.
Yet there are so many frustrations in our profession. Limited by science, by technology, we are only applying knowledge rather than creating it. There are moments where we have to watch others suffer, powerless to stop it, though I know that everyone of us has taken ending suffering as our mission. Rationing of resources, as horrible as it sounds, it has to happen. There are more people on this earth than we can support, and to be born and living in a developed and resource rich country is the luckiest thing on Earth.
I think that along this road, I have been lucky and have made some good decisions. I will never forget how happy I was the day I was accepted into medical school, and I won't ever forget the overwhelming sense of pride as we finished our Scope and Scalpel show. I have met a lot of really awesome people, who have been inspiring in their own separate ways. And tomorrow, next year, ten years from now, I will continue to grow, to become better.
Even as I lay here, wide awake, suffering fron uncertainties about Monday, I have never regrettted choosing this path. Not even the first day, not the worst days, and not now. I love what I do. There is no other profession that I will be able to watch some one being born, while watching another pass.
Yet there are so many frustrations in our profession. Limited by science, by technology, we are only applying knowledge rather than creating it. There are moments where we have to watch others suffer, powerless to stop it, though I know that everyone of us has taken ending suffering as our mission. Rationing of resources, as horrible as it sounds, it has to happen. There are more people on this earth than we can support, and to be born and living in a developed and resource rich country is the luckiest thing on Earth.
I think that along this road, I have been lucky and have made some good decisions. I will never forget how happy I was the day I was accepted into medical school, and I won't ever forget the overwhelming sense of pride as we finished our Scope and Scalpel show. I have met a lot of really awesome people, who have been inspiring in their own separate ways. And tomorrow, next year, ten years from now, I will continue to grow, to become better.
