YAY!! Halo’s everyone!! so before I tell
y’all the thoughts that on certain occasions leave me with an angina,
let me explain my recent disappearance, I couldn’t write this earlier on
because I had professional exams and I had to buck up!! this semester
has been my hardest!! I mean you name it, the exams (there where times I
was praying to just get a “let my people free mark” just so I could get
it over with, but God saw me through, I had great scores, He’s been
faithful!! ……so back to what’s making me jump….
The last time I was in the O.R (operating
room, for those of you who didn’t know what that meant), and I wasn’t
shaking, neither did I feel nauseated or irritated by the site of a
gorgeously (before you presume me vain, was just so happy I could
witness and not be covered in goosebumps) opened up abdominal cavity, as
I stood watching (haven’t gotten to the stage where I get to help) the
ectomy of the upper 1/3 of the rectum, because of a rectal cancer with
erosion into the serous layer (the tumour ate through the mucosa,
submucosa, muscularis, and then the serosa) ….so either ways he’d need
chemotherapy (chei, I’m doing diagnosis and allocating or suggesting
treatment) !!!!
Earlier years in med school, I knew from dissecting cadavers in
anatomy class, I’d begin to dissect humans for them to live, now when I
read about fatal diseases in textbooks or while I watch grey’s anatomy
and see how brain tumours and mangled hearts are brilliantly handled I’m
utterly amazed and they all become less vague and more real.As soon to be doctors, we’re now fixated on keeping the patient alive. What drug can cure that symptom. What therapy would best take care of that cancer, to manage its metastasis, then we also have to put into consideration where we can find a manipulatable-bed so that the patient with orthopnea can have his/her complications managed.
With all these, I often wonder, we fight and fight for med school. Our entire lives revolve around being a doctor; getting the marks to pass internal medicine and other courses, to get an internship at the hospital of reputation and get retained, to get into specialty training; when does it all stop?
In the grand scheme of things, it boils down to your practical know how, your individual understanding of the systemic working of the body. So, do the high marks matter? Is med school more important than the moments that simile don’t matter, these precious simile worthless moments that pass us by? These moments that may be the defining factor between success and mediocrity?
But there are also days, I aced that exam and answered those questions brilliantly, these are the days that remind me it’s worth it, cos soon I’d get to see tears of joy run down a mothers cheeks as I’d help save her little boy from that heart defect, and I’d remember and be glad that His grace, His favour and also the best, the good and the worst moments moulded me into the great doc I’d be, then I’d be filled with joy that I stuck around and kept pushing through it all…..
Thank you for reading, God bless you!
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