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Hello. I am a twenty-six-year old wife, full-time biology major, part-time pharmacy technician, and mother of one. Putting it lightly, though, I messed up more than once as an undergrad. But I feel that my story is unique (really, REALLY unique... like, I should definitely write a memoir someday... no kidding...) and it deserves some serious individual attention.
Through the years, and out of the ashes of cumulative personal tragedy, I have acquired a deep and genuine desire to become a physician, and I am more than willing to do the work required to reach that goal. However, as the story goes, sometimes our dreams must take a backseat to, well
life.
I'll attempt to make a long story short: less than three weeks before I left for my freshman year of college, my father died of acute myeloid leukemia, which we didn't even know he had (the pulmonary emboli were actually misdiagnosed as pneumonia!!). And against all advice, I went on to school.... Meanwhile, my mom's way of coping with my dad's death was drinking, and in addition to dealing with school, I was worrying about what my mom was putting my then-4-year-old sister through back at home. Needless to say, I didn't do so well in school... Fast forward to two years later.... Mom's diagnosed with an AV malformation in the left temporal lobe; has emergency craniotomy, is left with temporarily right-side paralysis. At night I slept beside her hospital bed and helped her re-learn basic everyday tasks (walking, talking, etc); by day I went on to summer chem and bio classes like nothing was wrong. ... Multiply this to the fact that I was already coping with the excruciatingly difficult job of overcoming the aftereffects of an abusive childhood. And what does all this equal??? You got it: a complete emotional breakdown. At 21, I attempted suicide. ... Fast forward to 2004. I finally listen to my MDs and take time away from school. I get married. I buy a house. I had my kid. ... And then I give in to my nagging inner voice that tells me to try again... So I go back to school. And that brings us to now.
As you can guess, my first three years of undergraduate work were far from
the usual stellar performances to be expected from medical school applicants: my overall GPA barely hits a disappointing 3.0 and I have a string of withdrawals on my record that could wrap around my waist; Although this was due to the aforementioned unfortunate circumstances (of which I had no control), I realize that my poor transcript (and mental health history) will indeed reflect badly on me as a potential med student. Despite a significant improvement in my performance over the past several semesters, I fear that my past will continue to haunt me in my efforts. But nonetheless, my intense fascination for human function, multiplied by the deep personal desire to heal others, drives me to chase my elusive dream.
I am taking my MCAT next month, and I plan to place my applications for both DO and MD schools this summer. I have over 240 collective hours of patient contact and shadow hours. I have taken independent study courses for two years and, therefore, have actually TAUGHT MYSELF o-chem and physics at night after my 2-year-old hits the sack.... There is no doubt in my mind that I can get through medical school. The only obstacle is convincing them to Let. Me. In!!!
So... My questions are these: Should I disclose the suicide attempt (regardless of whether I want it to, it will likely come up in the future...)? Will the GPA and withdraws kill my efforts? Will my stereotypically-"easy" independent study courses look bad to admissions (although I am actually TEACHING MYSELF o-chem and physics at night after my 2-year-old sleeps!!)? Can a high MCAT and/or the nontraditional status plus the clinical/personal experience miraculously save my butt? Or, Am I just stupidly chasing a rainbow?
I apologize for the length, but I am desperate for "inside" advice. And, please, feel free to be honest. Not Simon Cowell honest, but honest nonetheless...
I am not Simon Cowell, although he does look like a dog. I would not see any reason to discuss the suicide attempt. I would suggest you spend time now on your personal essay to focus down the story you've told here and make sure your essay discusses your history of problems briefly, but is more focused on your future and goals.
This thread isn't for "What Are My Chances?" posts, and we can't tell you anything much without your MCAT score. However, I'm sure if you post an edited version of this in pre-allo or post-bacc forums, they can discuss options with you there.