Frustration In Medical School
The huge amount of studying that medical school demands can at times be so frustrating as to make one question medicine as a career. The following illuminating story is reproduced with permission from the interesting blog WaitingForMd.
“It was a beautiful sunny day as everyone filed into the windowed room and took seats around a large, oblong table and scattered seats along the wall. Medical students chit chatted about needing to get back to class and wondered when the main attraction, free Thai food, would finally arrive. Meanwhile quietly in one corner a young woman sat with her hands neatly folded in her lap with a white lab coat. She didn’t make conversation but smiled politely.”
“The meeting began after everyone was done scooping little heaps of pad Thai into their plates and shuffled back to their seats around the table. Some introductions of board members were made and the general idea of the student organization was described. At the close of the meeting they asked for any questions or comments and after some expected questions the young woman in the corner raised her hand and said ‘could I please share a story with the group’.”
“The club president smiled at her and replied ‘of course’.”
“‘I had always wanted to be a doctor; it was just something I never thought was possible for me. I was married very young. I spent most of my life in Africa and when I came to the United States I did not think that even going to medical school was an option for me. I was always one of the brightest girls in my class and I even went to college but it all seemed so far away. By that time I was already a mother of two young children, which made a very busy schedule for me. Somehow I managed to secure admission into a program that allowed me to do some coursework, and upon successful completion they would allow me to go to medical school. I could not believe my eyes or ears and I worked hard, so hard to make sure I could do it. My grades were all very good. But then I started to notice that my youngest son was not speaking as he should be; he was not developing at a proper pace. The doctors said that he had autism. He would need speech therapy and physical therapy. Hours of individual attention were needed but my husband worked. He told me he could not do anything; we needed the money; he had to go to work. I was left with no choice and I had the acceptance letter in my hand and I declined my admission to medical school. After all of that work, someone had to take care of my son. I had to care for my child and I had to give up my dream for it. I wish my husband had supported me more, so I could achieve my dream. Even today when I walk on the sidewalk and I am walking in one direction and one of you, a medical student, is walking the opposite direction and passes by me in a white coat, I stop and I turn around and I look at you walking away. I see my dream that I had walking away from me. I am so happy for each of you and I am so sad for myself that I did not find a way to make my dream.’”
“The entire room sat in silence. Sitting in that room with nothing on my mind besides needing to get back to class at the end of the lunch hour, this woman’s story really touched me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. This story just serves as a stark reminder that this is an opportunity that we were lucky to have been given. It sucks sometimes. It’s really hard. It makes you want to punch the wall. But no matter why you did it, there was something that drove you. If you can keep a piece of that with you and remember back to the time when you would have traded anything to be where you are today, everything gets a whole lot easier.”
On a personal note, I was at the bottom half of my class in medical school and there were many frustrating times. I was a slow reader. What I have learned is that under such circumstances, it helps to simply keep going. In the end, it will work out. Small steps each day add up. When it appears that you are hopelessly behind, you are not as far behind as you think. And just like a hiker cuts through the obstacles of a dense forest underbrush, but eventually arrives at a clearing with a brilliant panoramic view, there will be a time when you no longer have the continual pressure to pass exams.