I am Sure of This Now...

The Wait, a photo by Chan's Bright Ideas on Flickr.

About to enter the second year of my Medical studies proper, having strangely enough, been delayed the ineviatble as our regular classes should have started last June 6, 2011 and having it pushed to June 13, 2011 instead, I am quite excited to learn more and delve deeper into my Medical studies.

Last year, through the whole course of last year, I wasn't sure if being a Medical Doctor was right for me; Sure, all fingers (both literally and figuratively) point towards Medicine for me; I have studied and graduated with Latin Honors in the PreMed of B.S. Biology; and I have the love of health sciences and people. But alas, sometimes, even if seemed meant to be, it seems that its right becuase its certainly what you wanted, may not always be what it seems.

Back and forth, I yap and yap, I beat around the bush, with the thought "should I really be a doctor?". In fact, it came so close to the fact that I wasn't even going to continue on with enrolling for the second year. But I'm still here... why?

Was just reviewing my photos I have taken of during my recent stint in digital photography (still an amateur but very enthusiastic; much like me and muscial instruments) and found the photo I have taken (the embedded image on this post) of a little girl while I was on a Medical Mission back in January of this year.

That little girl was sitting on a pipeline of sorts, waiting for her mother receive medications from our Pharmaceutical Station. I was, prior to the shot taking, with the third year medical students, all of which asked me to join them in the Doctor's Station; Here, first years like myself at that time, aren't allowed to join in at the Doctor's Station to assess patients, but I was lucky enough to do so. Having earned my share of a break from assessing patients, I whipped out my camera, saw this little girl, and it was just as easy as me hitting the shutter.

After seeing this pic again, I felt that it was a good reminder that I should really be a doctor. To help people like her and her family who are less fortunate than most of us. To aid those without discrimination. Just to try and heal with love and compassion.

This photo is also hung in my room right now, constantly reminding what all these struggles in Medicine is really for. To help people... like them.

Now I know what I want. I really do want to become a doctor. A good doctor. No, a great doctor.


With that, I end by saying PEACE!!