Did you ever think...

How could I have prepared myself for this? How do we tell our pre-meds, our pre-nurses, our kids, that, one day, you could fight with every ounce you have to save a life, lose spectacularly - bloodily, miserably - then find yourself held in the arms of your patient's wife as she thanks you, profusely, for your valiant effort? How do we teach the proper etiquette for that moment? What do you say when this weeping Middle Eastern lady says, "You know.. you know, he must have known you in your past lives. There must be a reason you were his nurse today. Thank you."

How do we learn to deal with that? How do we prepare?

Six Months After

Here we are, loves. It's six months since my last post. MCAT has been well and truly destroyed. It took an exhausting seven hours, but I came out with a 90th percentile and now have a real hope of becoming a physician. I cannot be more nervous, neither can I shake the excitement with which I wake up every morning. I want this so much and, though I know acceptance will not define me since I already have a profession and a life, but I am so stoked that I might be a medical student by next year.

AMCAS is already verified. AACOMAS is on verification, and I am about to start on secondaries. I hope everyone is having a wonderful year. Keep your heads up. We're all going to be okay!