Six weeks down the line. Things are getting tough and tough. We are getting to the end of the lower limb. I must say that it is enjoyable. The long hours we spend in the anatomy laboratory as we dismantle the human body are the moments that restore my belief in medicine and makes me hopeful that one day I will be a healer of the human body.
Being surrounded by smart people in medical school is the greatest privilege that I have had in my entire life of studying. These represent the best of minds, minds of great dreamers, poets and artists. I like it when I meet people from diverse backgrounds, different colors, races, faith but still find simultaneity with them. I find something that binds us together, and this, is the articulation of our ideas. We believe in the same ideals, same mission and same vision of saving a dying nation.
Biochemistry is still the same as it was many years ago, a science with no art. Sometimes we are taught some stuff that we doubt whether they are really relevant to medicine, anyway we carry the hope that the higher we go the cooler it becomes.
Medical school has taught me to say, “I don’t know” without apology and I have learnt that in admitting so, failure does not follow. I remember my lecturer told me that not knowing is the best place to start from and that has always been my motivation, to explore deep and deep into this science of medicine.
One day I will be a doctor and I will rejoice and cherish the paths that I followed to hold the rod of Asclepius. I will miss the anatomy laboratory, my dearest cadaver and my classmates with whom we shared the same body. Those are great guys in my life. They are contributing a lot in shaping my career as a physician. Thumbs up guys.
I believe that this is going to be the toughest year of my life but I will make it as interesting as I can because I was chosen for medicine and I am grateful to God that I found such an opportunity.