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Hi, everyone!
I'm new here (well actually I've been lurking for quite some time, but for all intents and purposes I'm new ), and I'm in the fledgling stages of the intense soul-searching process that has unexpectedly accompanied my first few weeks as an "official" premed.
In light of that, I'm hoping you all could offer some insights about medicine/life/work/etc. I know it's a widely discussed and debated topic, but it seems that the conversation always disintegrates into arguments or emotionalism or other unproductive things so that answers are often vague and unhelpful. So here are my questions:
Is the inevitable outcome of pursuing a career in medicine misery? Is it too idealistic to believe that medicine, despite all of its many, many faults, is still a profession that is deeply rooted in service and marked by the ability to impact people's lives in significant ways?
I know that's probably really cheesy and possibly naive, and if it is, I want to know (don't hold back). I ask because it seems like most people make medicine out to be a tragic, masochistic profession where even physicians with the most selfless motives end up hating themselves, their patients, and their lives (maybe I'm being a bit dramatic?). I don't wear rose-colored glasses (though it may sound like it) - I've grown up in a medical family and have seen firsthand the perils of medicine in a very real and very painful way.
Along the same lines - Is it possible, in the hostile climate of the 21st century, for a person to love/enjoy/find satisfaction in/be at peace with being in medicine? And if yes, what does it take?
(Feel free to tear me and my expectations/naivety to pieces - In the words of Patrick Henry, "For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and provide for it.")
I'm new here (well actually I've been lurking for quite some time, but for all intents and purposes I'm new ), and I'm in the fledgling stages of the intense soul-searching process that has unexpectedly accompanied my first few weeks as an "official" premed.
In light of that, I'm hoping you all could offer some insights about medicine/life/work/etc. I know it's a widely discussed and debated topic, but it seems that the conversation always disintegrates into arguments or emotionalism or other unproductive things so that answers are often vague and unhelpful. So here are my questions:
Is the inevitable outcome of pursuing a career in medicine misery? Is it too idealistic to believe that medicine, despite all of its many, many faults, is still a profession that is deeply rooted in service and marked by the ability to impact people's lives in significant ways?
I know that's probably really cheesy and possibly naive, and if it is, I want to know (don't hold back). I ask because it seems like most people make medicine out to be a tragic, masochistic profession where even physicians with the most selfless motives end up hating themselves, their patients, and their lives (maybe I'm being a bit dramatic?). I don't wear rose-colored glasses (though it may sound like it) - I've grown up in a medical family and have seen firsthand the perils of medicine in a very real and very painful way.
Along the same lines - Is it possible, in the hostile climate of the 21st century, for a person to love/enjoy/find satisfaction in/be at peace with being in medicine? And if yes, what does it take?
(Feel free to tear me and my expectations/naivety to pieces - In the words of Patrick Henry, "For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and provide for it.")