Anatomy is coming to the end, only three weeks to our finals. Life has been tough here in medical school, but we have made it this far. Learning has been fun especially if you had the best professor like Eugene, our cadaver. My life has changed a great deal, especially now that I am following my dream, am into it and it’s into me. Sometimes I am convinced that I was chosen for medicine, I mean it is the only thing I would do. Accounting did not interest me much back then in Strathmore Business School, and neither did Engineering. Despite the fact that sometimes I marvel at amazing pieces of engineering like the San Francisco Bridge in the States, this has never got into my heart. I have a passion to always work with people; to share with them in times of agony and to celebrate with them in times of good health and abundance.
My teacher taught me to always pursue happiness, to love what I do and to enjoy the passage of time. I think that is the secret to success. He told me to choose to be different, and I think that is what has been seeing me through the challenges of today and tomorrow. The moments I enjoyed most were not the moments I passed examinations but were rather the moments that I got inspirations. Life makes more sense if we have something to look up to, something greater than ourselves, something that prevents us from going to sleep, something like a dream.
During my time in medical school, I have enjoyed the history of Greek medicine. Medicine at the time of Hippocrates was coupled with novelty and discoveries that formed the basis of modern medicine. I like the enthusiasm of Alexander the Great, the Conqueror of Persia. He learnt medicine and conquered many nations as he spread this knowledge. Asclepius, the demigod is also an exciting character; he was the son of Apollo, the god of the sun and Corinis the mortal being. He was born under difficult circumstances but rose to the occasion and became a great healer. Greek medicine is fun!
I will truly miss the anatomy laboratory, my wonderful teachers, my wonderful friends and the great aroma of formaldehyde. Modi was a great friend, I enjoyed the long stories we made when removing fat and fascia on our cadaver. The long afternoons we spent dismantling the human body and the times we left late in the evening, like that day when we were studying the heart. I like the times we choose not to despair however much circumstances demanded. The honesty we showed in our faces when we did not know stuff. Surely, our mentor was a great teacher and he too deserves a pat on the back. The only appreciation we would show him is becoming good doctors. Thank you so much Modi, you made a great contribution in shaping my career. I am sure you will make a great surgeon. May you rise high above the obstacles that will come your way. May you live long to tell the story of passion and determination.
I will forever live under the shadow of great physicians and surgeons, those who taught me and those who inspired me. When I stand tall, it is because I stood on the shoulders of those who came before me.
Long live history, long live medicine, long live anatomy, long live Modi, long live me!