I am spending a huge amount of time researching, studying, and otherwise preparing for a career in medicine. A significant portion of this preparation is required to attend medical school. To give you an idea of what this entails, I’ll list some recent accomplishments:
-Completing Biology I, Organic Chemistry I, and Organic Chemistry II. I’m enrolled in Biology II and General Chemistry II (because I needed another Chem credit).
-Shadowing a physician (this was fun! I want to do it again!)
-Volunteering as an EMT (I could write a blog post just about this! I could write a *blog* just about this!)
-Writing entrance essays, filling out forms, making applications of various sorts
-Praying. Lots and lots of praying, and thinking, and reflecting, and more praying.
So why do all of this? If it sounds like it’s a lot of work, IT IS! It takes up a huge chunk of my time. It basically has *become* my free time, outside the Church. Yet somehow (I know, it’s an ADHD thing), with more to do, I actually accomplish more overall. But anyway…
I want to be a doctor. I want to be able to look at a patient with a set of symptoms and think about the problem like a giant jigsaw puzzle and put the pieces where they belong, and solve the problem. Every time I learn a little more about how the human body works, I feel like I have gained golden nuggets of knowledge, and I hunger for more. I have an insatiable curiosity about the world around me, about how things interact, and how the puzzle pieces fit together. I see God’s hand in everything in nature that I observe, especially the human body. And I feel closer to Him, the more I study.
I have received multiple promptings from the Holy Spirit that I’m on the right track. I’ve received the calm reassurance of knowing that I’m doing what I should be doing. My Patriarchal Blessing also tells me that this is the pursuit that fits me–this is what my mission in life is.
And I love it. I’m passionate about medicine. I want to help people. I’ve been a patient–I know what it feels like. I know the acute fear that comes from going into surgery for the first time, and I know the progressive, creeping fear that comes from not knowing what’s wrong with your body. I know the difference it makes to the healing process when a nurse or a doctor seems to really care about you.
I want to be a doctor. And I’m willing to do anything I need to do to make it happen. No matter how many hours I need to study or how much of my free time is eaten by this venture, I will get to med school, and I will enter the field of medicine, and I will make an impact in my patients’ lives.
It is a blessing to have found such a passion. I am blessed with many passions, actually. Just wait till I write a blog about the Final Frontier!
I pray that you will be able to search your heart and find something that you are also passionate about. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.