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ok so it finally hit me that I will be a doctor.
This is the thing. I am an immigrant (Russian, since 2007). Had a mentor and friend who was the only person at a time who believed in me (even my parents were saying that i would fail). He died from metastatic melanoma that spread to his brain in 2013. That broke me because i could not help him. I promised that i will do SOMETHING to help ppl. Joined army as a behavioral health technician, got my citizenship. Got out, working with drug addicts helping them recover, going to school full time to finish degree in biochemistry. My clinical hours are measured in thousands. Applied 3 cycles in a row. Took MCAT 4 times (for some reason i thought I could take MCAT without ever taking organic chemistry... idiot only the 4th attempt was after taking all the prerequisites, which i had to explain SO MANY TIMES to admissions committee). INternship in pathology department in NIH. 5 interviews attended (1 cancelled), 3 WL, 2 pending decisions.... I am 33 year old female. today i got my first acceptance. Now i have a feeling I have at least one more coming. When i got that letter today at 2 pm i felt like I could not breath.... I was so happy, - sure. But it didnt really hit me. And then i get home after work, - of course i texted everyone, talked to everyone. I open a bottle of wine (sorry if this is inappropriate), start watching a movie, and then it HITS ME HARD. and i message my mentor's widow. and tell her everything. And how much he motivated me, and that he is the reason i am doing that. I wanted her and her two young daughters that he left behind (oldest just turned 14 - 6 years later after his death) to know that every i have done and everything that i will do is because of him. and NOW I AM SITTING IN THE KITCHEN AND CRYING. because i suddenly remembered that medicine is not about money, or prestige, it is about people that you have a chance to save, and people that you cannot. The ones you cannot save motivate you even harder to fight for the ones you CAN.
please, everyone. Remember that. Because, honestly, - i think that i forgot about that for a second, in the rush of the admissions cycle.
This is the thing. I am an immigrant (Russian, since 2007). Had a mentor and friend who was the only person at a time who believed in me (even my parents were saying that i would fail). He died from metastatic melanoma that spread to his brain in 2013. That broke me because i could not help him. I promised that i will do SOMETHING to help ppl. Joined army as a behavioral health technician, got my citizenship. Got out, working with drug addicts helping them recover, going to school full time to finish degree in biochemistry. My clinical hours are measured in thousands. Applied 3 cycles in a row. Took MCAT 4 times (for some reason i thought I could take MCAT without ever taking organic chemistry... idiot only the 4th attempt was after taking all the prerequisites, which i had to explain SO MANY TIMES to admissions committee). INternship in pathology department in NIH. 5 interviews attended (1 cancelled), 3 WL, 2 pending decisions.... I am 33 year old female. today i got my first acceptance. Now i have a feeling I have at least one more coming. When i got that letter today at 2 pm i felt like I could not breath.... I was so happy, - sure. But it didnt really hit me. And then i get home after work, - of course i texted everyone, talked to everyone. I open a bottle of wine (sorry if this is inappropriate), start watching a movie, and then it HITS ME HARD. and i message my mentor's widow. and tell her everything. And how much he motivated me, and that he is the reason i am doing that. I wanted her and her two young daughters that he left behind (oldest just turned 14 - 6 years later after his death) to know that every i have done and everything that i will do is because of him. and NOW I AM SITTING IN THE KITCHEN AND CRYING. because i suddenly remembered that medicine is not about money, or prestige, it is about people that you have a chance to save, and people that you cannot. The ones you cannot save motivate you even harder to fight for the ones you CAN.
please, everyone. Remember that. Because, honestly, - i think that i forgot about that for a second, in the rush of the admissions cycle.