DoctormomRN
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IDuring my undergraduate work and teaching overseas, I was introduced to medicine and all it could do to alleviate suffering especially in underserved countries and communities. I fell in love with surgery in central India. I was determined to return to the states and pursue medicine incorporating it into my undergraduate degree and medical mission work. Since my undergrad was a bachelor of arts and the bio-chem sciences had been an uphill battle in high school, I started with a nursing degree to be sure I could even do it. With great joy I became graduated, and I have enjoyed several wonderful years as a registered nurse, but the dream, the goal, was to apply one day to medical school.
When I met my husband I was in nursing school, and graduated the first year of our marriage. I made it very clear to him what I wanted to do with my life and he understood from the beginning my heart and passion, but the emotions of love lets us hear what we want to hear sometimes. A few years ago I put my daughter on the school bus with her brothers for first grade and realized I had finally reached a window in time where I could go back to school and fulfill my dreams and calling of attending medical school and becoming a a surgeon.
When I approached my husband he was supportive in word but when it came to taking all the pre-med classes, the physician shadowing and studying for the MCAT he put up hurdles for me at every turn. I felt he had grown accustom to all that I provided for the kids and the home over the years and when it was his turn he was selfish, constantly be-litteling my successes, pessimistic about my chances, making me feel guilty for him having to do dishes or laundry, if I stayed late for a lab and he had to take the kids to sports or piano or whatever, seriously Biochemistry was easier than living with him. He broke my heart the way he treated me. I did this all working full time as a nurse because he did not want to live without my salary.
Despite the uneccessary hardship he made it for me, I completed the pre-requisites, took the MCAT and applied to medical school. Joy of all joys, I was accepted! Everyone was excited for me, my children were so proud and my father and sister beaming, but my husband acted as if he had been diagnosed with cancer. Over the years, we put my husband's career first, I stayed home when the kids were sick using my PTO for them, I took them to day care before and after work, I took days off for field trips and doctors appointments and sports, I took the crappy night shift jobs in the hospital and crazy clinics to support his schedule and the kids. We abused my work and career so he could appear stable and rise in his Engineering Career. He enjoys a wonderful position with a very generous salary and the respect of his discipline. We even put him through a 2nd Master's degree in Business.
I have often said I would do it all over again because I love him and the kids, but in my mind it was also with the understanding that I had not fulfilled my dreams. After all I had given so much to support my husbands career and putting the kids through a private school on my salary, vacations, beautiful birthdays and Christmases, I had given them everything I had, it was my turn. Not in a selfish way, but in a role model for my children that motherhood is a season, I am more than a mom, my kids are not an idol in my life, I have dreams and they will have dreams and supporting the one you love is paramount. That you're never too late to follow your dreams.
In my case, that seems to be a big part of the issue. My husband accepted the debt and lifestyle for his career, but he says he's too old and too tired and can not accept the debt and time it will take for me to finish med school and pay back the loans for my dreams. Basically the juice is not worth the squeeze now that we are a little older. I'm the first one to say life is not fair, but this is selfish to me and I'm hurt. I've done my research and there are MANY medical school graduates my age, many residencies pay off significant portions of med school loans to attract you. I even earned a very significant lifetime achievement scholarship for my nursing years, but this has not moved my husband.
As the start date of medical school approaches for this August, I am at a cross roads. He has asked me why I can not be content with what we have and why do I have to do this to our family. I've tried to explain to him that this is about a calling on my life that has never left me, a personal goal, supporting me would be an expression of gratitude for all the years we struggled for him... but he never really dreamed my dreams, and can only see how it changes his vision of our next 25 years. I have always said that my family comes first, and I did put my family first. Is there ever a season when your family should hold you up, support you first? I think there is.
I have appealed to my husband on the knowledge that I love him, that I am not leaving him, that i will still put our family first, that we can have different visions and compromise, but still he does not support me going. I have offered to take the two youngest kids still at home with me so his load is lifted, I have offered for him to come withe me, nothing works for him. I came to the conclusion that I can not fight him while going to medical school. If the post-bac pre med courses were any indication, If I go, I am sunk before I start because medical school has even more time demands. My personal convictions have me in prayer and seeking counsel. If I stay, I just don't know how to begin again with him, the years would be tainted with regret and resentment.
When I met my husband I was in nursing school, and graduated the first year of our marriage. I made it very clear to him what I wanted to do with my life and he understood from the beginning my heart and passion, but the emotions of love lets us hear what we want to hear sometimes. A few years ago I put my daughter on the school bus with her brothers for first grade and realized I had finally reached a window in time where I could go back to school and fulfill my dreams and calling of attending medical school and becoming a a surgeon.
When I approached my husband he was supportive in word but when it came to taking all the pre-med classes, the physician shadowing and studying for the MCAT he put up hurdles for me at every turn. I felt he had grown accustom to all that I provided for the kids and the home over the years and when it was his turn he was selfish, constantly be-litteling my successes, pessimistic about my chances, making me feel guilty for him having to do dishes or laundry, if I stayed late for a lab and he had to take the kids to sports or piano or whatever, seriously Biochemistry was easier than living with him. He broke my heart the way he treated me. I did this all working full time as a nurse because he did not want to live without my salary.
Despite the uneccessary hardship he made it for me, I completed the pre-requisites, took the MCAT and applied to medical school. Joy of all joys, I was accepted! Everyone was excited for me, my children were so proud and my father and sister beaming, but my husband acted as if he had been diagnosed with cancer. Over the years, we put my husband's career first, I stayed home when the kids were sick using my PTO for them, I took them to day care before and after work, I took days off for field trips and doctors appointments and sports, I took the crappy night shift jobs in the hospital and crazy clinics to support his schedule and the kids. We abused my work and career so he could appear stable and rise in his Engineering Career. He enjoys a wonderful position with a very generous salary and the respect of his discipline. We even put him through a 2nd Master's degree in Business.
I have often said I would do it all over again because I love him and the kids, but in my mind it was also with the understanding that I had not fulfilled my dreams. After all I had given so much to support my husbands career and putting the kids through a private school on my salary, vacations, beautiful birthdays and Christmases, I had given them everything I had, it was my turn. Not in a selfish way, but in a role model for my children that motherhood is a season, I am more than a mom, my kids are not an idol in my life, I have dreams and they will have dreams and supporting the one you love is paramount. That you're never too late to follow your dreams.
In my case, that seems to be a big part of the issue. My husband accepted the debt and lifestyle for his career, but he says he's too old and too tired and can not accept the debt and time it will take for me to finish med school and pay back the loans for my dreams. Basically the juice is not worth the squeeze now that we are a little older. I'm the first one to say life is not fair, but this is selfish to me and I'm hurt. I've done my research and there are MANY medical school graduates my age, many residencies pay off significant portions of med school loans to attract you. I even earned a very significant lifetime achievement scholarship for my nursing years, but this has not moved my husband.
As the start date of medical school approaches for this August, I am at a cross roads. He has asked me why I can not be content with what we have and why do I have to do this to our family. I've tried to explain to him that this is about a calling on my life that has never left me, a personal goal, supporting me would be an expression of gratitude for all the years we struggled for him... but he never really dreamed my dreams, and can only see how it changes his vision of our next 25 years. I have always said that my family comes first, and I did put my family first. Is there ever a season when your family should hold you up, support you first? I think there is.
I have appealed to my husband on the knowledge that I love him, that I am not leaving him, that i will still put our family first, that we can have different visions and compromise, but still he does not support me going. I have offered to take the two youngest kids still at home with me so his load is lifted, I have offered for him to come withe me, nothing works for him. I came to the conclusion that I can not fight him while going to medical school. If the post-bac pre med courses were any indication, If I go, I am sunk before I start because medical school has even more time demands. My personal convictions have me in prayer and seeking counsel. If I stay, I just don't know how to begin again with him, the years would be tainted with regret and resentment.
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