Medicine has always fascinated me. I remember walking around with my Fisher Price Medical Kit when I was young, checking the blood pressure of my patients (basically only my mom), giving her “shots”, and putting a band-aid on her to stop the imaginary bleeding. For the longest time I thought that medicine would be the path I would choose for my career, but fast forward a few years and I hung up my stethoscope and medical kit as I realized it wasn’t for me. But I’m just one drop in a very large ocean; there are a lot of passionate, intelligent people venturing out to join the medical field on a daily basis. Some of whom are very close friends who are trying to become the next best surgeons, nurses, occupational therapists, and even physical therapists.
What prompted this post? Well The other day I woken up by my mom asking me if I could give her a ride to the hospital. I reluctantly agreed. Not because I didn’t want to help my mom, but because driving through hospital grounds is a sad experience for me. Let me explain; you see a lot of different faces on the grounds of a hospital, but there are 2 faces that you are guaranteed to see very quickly; dread and emptiness. The dread face is visible on patients who are on their way into the hospital, fearing potentially damaging news about their health. The empty face is primarily visible on patients that walk out of the hospital, ones that have received some sort of bad news that hasn’t sunk in. I feel for these two types of people, and it makes me somewhat emotional when I put myself in their shoes. And seeing your own mother walk into a hospital? It’s something that, as a son or daughter, you never hope to witness.
When I came back a few hours later to pick her up, she told me something that warmed my heart. Her doctor who oversees the entire department noticed that she was was feeling especially stressed that morning. She sat down with my mom and talked to her for her for close to 30 minutes about what was on her mind, trying to calm her down. I don’t know about you, but when a person of higher authority in any organization takes time out of their strenuous schedule just to have a long conversation with a person in need, it shows extreme humbleness (at least in my eyes). Later on, her nurse made an appearance, and she too recognized that my mom wasn’t herself. She sat down and talked to my mom about her journey from Haiti and how she became a nurse, a story that took my mother’s mind off of things. She later shared with me that she felt “comforted” knowing that her doctors and nurses care about her, not only as a patient, but as a person.
So, to all of you in the medical field, thank you. Thank you for studying for several years, learning the human body inside and out, researching until late at night, and working shifts until the wee hours of the morning. But most importantly, thank you for taking care of my family. And to all of my friends working towards a career in the medical field, keep grinding daily, because I trust no one more with my life than you!
Thanks for reading.