So I've made a good deal of edits. Time for round two!
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I still remember the exact moment I was sure I wanted to be a doctor. I was walking home from class last fall, talking to my now-girlfriend who had been having some medical problems. It started a few weeks earlier, when Meredith went to see her doctor about her leg. She had been having a number of strange symptoms: her leg would continually alternate between itching sensations, burning sensations, and complete numbness. Her pediatrician referred her to a neurologist, who looked at her leg and found nothing wrong. As she moved from specialist from specialist, however, her news quickly got worse. Doctors had found the source of the problem – a pilocytic astrocytoma pressing against her spinal cord. Meredith’s tumor stretched over nine vertebrae, and now, on top of the physical symptoms of the tumor, she was facing invasive, life-threatening spinal surgery.
My first reaction was denial. I had never fully understood the term before. But as I helped her cope with the stress and fear of the operation, the gravity of what she was facing set in on me. I had the sobering realization that people actually do have problems this serious. I always understood this on a logical level – X people are diagnosed with disease Y over a given period of time Z – but I never realized until then what that meant for them on a personal level. I could not stand the thought of anyone dealing with the emotional and physical pain that Meredith was going through, and I knew I wanted to help other people avoid that. I knew I would not be happy with myself if I did anything else. I realized that medicine was exactly the right career for me, and for the first time in my life, I had no reservations about that.
Helping Meredith through surgery and recovery only confirmed my feelings. While the surgery went as well as could be expected, the consequences inevitable from such invasive surgery were extensive. The normal recovery process alone would have been difficult, but she also lost her sense of proprioception and had limited control over her left hand. Doctors expected much of that to be regained, but the process has been difficult. Helping her through the frustration and the pain underscored my resolve to be a physician. After seeing what she dealt with, I cannot stand knowing that other people are struggling with the same things, and I want to help.
But beyond the empathic rewards a career in medicine would give me, I know I would enjoy and thrive in a medical environment, particularly the specialty in which I am interested, emergency medicine. I have always found I am happiest and most successful in high-stress situations – so much so that I actively seek them out whenever I can. When my friends ask me what activities I am in and what classes I am taking, they usually wince when I tell them I am taking nineteen hours of technical sciences, working, participating in a few extracurricular activities, and managing a student-run organization with a budget of upwards of $90,000. Few people would find such a workload appealing, but I relish it. Saying I enjoy a challenge would be a huge understatement, and while I sometimes find myself in over my head, I know that I am happiest and most successful when I am right on the verge of being overwhelmed. It borders on cliché to mention the long hours put in by medical students, residents, or even practicing physicians, but strangely, this is one of the things I look forward to the most. Medicine, particularly emergency medicine, takes someone who understands, is used to, and deals well with high pressure situations, and I know that I am that person.
Some part of me has always wanted to be a doctor. Over the years, that drive waxed and waned, but I never entirely let go of it. As I grew up, I became more and more interested in the sciences, but I enjoyed everything; I could not narrow it down to just one field. In college, I did research, and tremendously enjoyed both of the labs in which I worked. The experience was very rewarding intellectually, but while I understood that research was an important part of medicine, I knew I wanted a more direct link my patients. Ultimately, I know that I want to work in a job where I have an empathic connection to the work I am doing. A commitment to a career in medicine is not one to be made lightly. But when I think about what Meredith had to go through over the past year, there is no doubt in my mind about what I want to do with my life. Some part of me may have always wanted to be a doctor, but now, more than ever, every part does.