Somebody asked what I thought medical school/medicine will be like? I've had the privilege of being the child, the niece, and the cousin of doctors, and the curse of being a woman. I know the about the hierarchal bullcrap, insurance company blockage, and strife between departments. I know what it means to have to sacrifice time with your family, sleep, holidays, health, and emotional stability for the job. I know how ungrateful patients can be, how easily you can be sued for malpractice even when you're the chief of your dept and have fifteen years of clean experience under your belt, how at times you may precariously hang onto your career by a thread because some racist CEO of the hospital wants to replace your group with some jacka-- that has a record of being fired from numerous hospitals but is okay by that power hungry freak because he's of a "superior" breed. I also know about some aspects of medicine that you and I will never have to deal with, such as the difficulties of being an FMG. Thats medicine; what about medical school? The first two years you toil over your books, and are under constant stress even though you'll never use 80% of the material you're trying so desperately to cram into your head. Your patient contact is limited to the grunt work of recording histories, taking blood pressure, etc, and you become impatient to actually start doing something. Then you nearly kill yourself studying for the Step 1 USMLE. As an intern during rotations, you not only have your attendings and other doctors berating your lack of expertise and experience, but you have to fight to be noticed among all the other eager peons in your group. Hesitate for one second to answer a question and you will be publicly mocked for your obvious stupidity. You're sped through 9-10 clerkships in less than a year and are expected gauge your own abilities and interest in order to decide which specialty you will pursue for the rest of your life. Whee. Residency. So now you're a doctor, but you're treated like a slave. You can hardly support your Gucci wardrobe, let alone the family that snuck up on you this past year. Forget about even starting to pay off your debt. So even though you're already averaging about 3-4 hours of sleep a night, you jump at the opportunity to moonlight and go down in Guinness as the first person to maintain sanity after being deprived of sleep for 60 hours straight. Yeah, I'm probably missing how Dr. Jacka-- tore you a new one yesterday, blah blah...but the basic gist, I've gathered, is that residency sucks. And before you're done with that hell, you've got to start making decisions about whether you're going to start your own practice or work for the hospital or join a group or one a hundred other possibilities, including abandoning medicine altogether for a few months to raise your newborn child. I don't plan on being happy all the time. I don't plan on things coming as easily as they have for the past 20 years. But I no matter how hard the sh-- hits the fan, I wouldn't trade medicine for any other career.
I was talking with my dad the other day about his residency years, when he worked at an urban hospital with a large volume of patients. He said, "It's very hard to kill a human." Imagine that. My dad is damn good at what he does, and he has incredible confidence because of it. When you see so much suffering and death in the news everyday, when you take 30 seconds to think of how vulnerable we are as a species, it amazes me that a person can feel so strongly about the invincibility of human life. I'm 100% positive I'll go through a significant number of patients making the wrong diagnosis or choosing the wrong tx, but I am also 100% positive that after years of bawling, near heart attacks, frustration and self-doubt, I will have gained enough experience and confidence to feel like my dad does now. You can give me a thousand different anecdotes about how X patient didn't comply with tx, how emotionally draining it was to tell Timmy's family he'd never be able to walk again, and so on. I know I haven't heard them all, but I get it. To me, doctors are the most valuable and powerful contributors to society, and I could not think of being anything less. Doctors may not have the same noble image as in the past, and doctors have lost a significant amount of authority over the years due to information technology and changes in our health care system, but how much does that matter when somebody puts their life in your hands? Does any of that matter? The fact is, society is always going to need doctors, regardless of how much patients think they know or what private of govt institution has physicians on puppet strings, when a person entrusts you with their life, it shows respect. When people do not help themselves, when they don't care for a physician's opinion, it is difficult to show compassion. But that is your job, as you do it so much as it does not interfere with that person's freedom. Instead of dwelling on such disappointments, focus on the few individuals who may not be in serious danger, who may be asking only simple questions, but who nevertheless rely on you to make them feel safe. You are a protector, you are a guru, you are a god. I'm wrong on many levels, but in my mind, I am right, and that is what sustains my passion for medicine. I don't give a crap what anyone else thinks.
Just to redirect this argument back to my original point, I am only upset that some people will enter medical school, this field, without knowing what it is about. Many of you have explicitly stated that you had no conception of the hardships you would face in medical school. Many of you seem to have gone into medicine for one or two reasons, but I firmly believe this is a field you must LOVE in order to pursue, or you do not deserve to be in it. If you love it, you'll find so many more reasons than can be expressed in words to keep at it. If you love it, you will show tolerance for its flaws, learn to bear them, and know that they are far surpassed by its redeeming qualities. And if there was ever a flicker of doubt that your love was fallible, you would not only discover a hundred more reasons to dispel it, but your love would only be stronger as a result of that ephemeral weakness. Some of you seemed to miss my point - I never said medical school was cake, and I never said I'm going to be smiling through it. My point was to the contrary - that I know what lies ahead, I know there will be countless times that I feel beaten, but I will stick with it because I am not the kind of person that deluded themselves before entering the field. You're right, the work in residency is incomparable to anything I have ever done in my life. But it's clearly not impossible, and I can think of million other situations that I would rather not be in. I do not presume to know everything, and I do not mean to sound so arrogant and patronizing towards residents and med students who do have a lot more experience than me. Somebody said I ought to be more compassionate and understanding towards people whose minds have changed over the years. I wish I could - and I recognize this as one of my flaws, but I cannot reserve judgment in this arena because I feel that strongly about it. I'm not going to sit here and delineate exceptions, make excuses, or sugar-coat my writing. You can say I'll eat my words in the future, but I guarantee you I will not, because I refuse to let myself think otherwise, and from my own tumultuous experiences, I at the very least know the power of my mind, and this is the mentality I believe a doctor should have.