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TL/DR I failed the PE and need a PE spot for next week (the week of May 11 through 16). There is a high chance that I may be dropped from my currently matched residency position at a very desirable academic program if this does not happen. Please PM me if you would like to release a date for me! I will also paypal you the 150$ it costs to reschedule that business (just image capture the price when its on the screen!)
The long version:
I started out like most of you osteopathic students – observant, hopeful, bright eyed, and full of medical dreams. My medical school years were fraught with highs and lows. One exam brought me to the top of the mountain and then a week later a sobering fall to rock bottom with the results of the next midterm. My aspirations went through a similar cycle. At first I wanted to be an oncologist, but not just any oncologist. I wanted to be a pediatric oncologist. I thought my calling was saving the lives of children with cancer. Eventually that morphed into only pediatrics, then orthopedics, then orthopedic surgery, cardiology, and finally general surgery. I was terrified when I first found out that I wanted to be a surgeon and was actually going for it. I did not think I could stand up to the MD’s out there in the allopathic world. But, I remained hopeful.
Step 1 came around. My hope plummeted. I received a bad score (and I do mean bad score – not just a low score, although it was VERY low). I thought my surgical life was going to end because nobody in the allopathic world would want someone with such a low score – especially an osteopathic student with a low score. But I pressed on because I loved being in the OR so much. I loved taking care of surgical patients, I loved the hours, I loved the patient-doctor interaction, and I loved the surgeons I got to rotate with. I rotated in big name institutions. Institutions that osteopathic students have no business rotating in (or so they say). With each rotation I became more and more confident hat I was choosing the right course. I was easily leaps and bounds “better” then the top MD student on each away rotation I was on – surgical or otherwise. At some institutions I was asked to show the PGY-1’s how to close, how to open, and explain different pathologic processes as they pertain to surgery. I gained the trust of big wigs across the United States and got letters to prove it. I published papers and made a ton of friends along the way. Then I took step 2 and again plummeted into depression. Rock bottom, baby! Sure I did better than on my step 1, by 10 points. But a 10-point improvement on my previous score was nothing to celebrate. I wasn't even close to “average.” I applied to for the match and interviews were scarce. But I interviewed at some big name places that I too, was surprised to get interviews at. I had passed USMLE and COMLEX step 1 and 2, had only the PE to go. After a mistake in scheduling the PE and a plane ticket on different dates, I rescheduled and took the PE. I am done with my exams. Now I only have to wait.
Two weeks later the most incredible thing happened: I got accepted somewhere. The DO student going for allopathic surgery got accepted! The DO student with terrible scores, matched allo surgery! I lost it. There is a God. Miracles do happen. But, where? I had my suspicions based on program feedback after interviews. In fact, I was 100% positive I was going to my 4th choice and would have to move to another state because they “had to have me.” Even despite my scores. I started looking at homes to rent in that state. A week later the results came back. At 11:59 am, the match email loaded into my inbox. I opened it. My heart skipped a beat. As my eyes scanned the email for the institutions name, my heart skipped another beat. Finally, my eyes rested on their final destination. Miosis, then midriasis. My heart stopped. My mouth fell open. My knees quivered. I began to cry. First choice. FIRST CHOICE! The no-name, low score, DO student was going to his first choice allopathic residency pick. A big name academic institution that I have no business going to (or so they say). Against-all-odds. An uphill battle. Underdog. Cinderella story. Was I dreaming? Was this a movie? If it was, where was upbeat theme music?. I kept saying it to myself over and over. First choice. First choice. First choice. I was in a daze.
I immediately told everybody. Vacation plans were set. Plane tickets bought. I picked up a few gigs here and there for some extra money in the weeks leading up to residency. I received my acceptance packet from the program. Completed it and returned it. Finished all of the orientation lectures early. Submitted. I thought to myself “nothing will prevent me from reaching my goals except for myself.” For the next three weeks I am on cruise control. Reading books, watching movies, and working out. LOVING LIFE. I was still in disbelief.
Monday, May 4th. An email pops into my inbox. I read it. Something, something, failed COMLEX PE…………Wait. What? Failed the PE. I FAILED the PE??? Of all of the standardized exams I thought I would fail, the PE was NOT one of them. The life drained out of my body. Oh crap. I feel like I just hit a brick wall. Oh my gawd. I feel as though my muscles are atrophying at an incredible rate. The now accepted, at least adequate DO surgical candidate is once again brought down into the valley, this time, below the surface of the sea. I am drowning. This is not real. I immediately call my home program. I will not graduate until I pass the PE. I will not receive a diploma until I receive a passing score. I will not be able to start residency without a PE score. Blackness caves in around me. All this time I was fighting against the odds. Trying to break down the perceived allopathic walls of tyranny. Staying up later then everyone, studying more than everyone, putting myself out there, into the shark infested waters of MD surgery…. AND SURVIVING…. NO THRIVING! And now, the mother ship from which I was birthed beckons to destroy what I consider to be nothing less than a miracle – a miracle that I happened to be a part of. I wasn't ostracized by my MD brethren in medicine, but rather, I am at the door of defeat from my own. The DO world seeks to bury the accomplishments of one of their own – sort of.
I am still in disbelief. I received compliments from patients on just about every rotation I have been on. I’m paraphrasing patients here: “don’t ever change,” I hope you stay as nice as you are when you become a famous doctor,” “I haven’t met a doctor as kind and caring as you have been to me. Thank you!” I have received mostly honors on all clinical rotations (except for peds) – at big name institutions. I have received support, been given congratulations for my medical performance in many institutions by the very physicians and surgeons I have worked with – many of which said I was one of the best students they have ever worked with. When I look back on my medical school career now, at this moment in time, I think I have a lot to be proud of. I now realize that my attempts, my struggles have been validated by numerous physicians and patients. But now, as I face the possibility of this all being trumped by a failing grade on a “standardized” clinical skills exam. An exam where I am graded by people I cannot see. An exam whose result would probably enrage some of my letter writers. I have no anger, no malice towards the NBOME. Only pity. Only disappointment. Only the desire to run as far away from them as possible and never look back. Now, the solitary organization that struck me down, the organization that has taken so much of money, and that has in one large way made a mockery of my medical school career, will not help me retake the exam at an earlier date. They wont help me watch dates on the website. They wont reserve an open spot for me (but really, why should they?). They wont help the exam I do end up taking be scored any faster than the current going rate that they are all scored at – even though I could lose a residency spot. I am sunk and I realize that hindsight is 20/20 and I should have taken this exam at the end of my third year. I am currently signed up for an early June date.
So that's where I am now. I am contacting my residency program on Monday because even if I get an earlier exam date, It may be a month after July 1st that my PE is scored thanks to the 8-10 weeks grading interval that is written in stone. There is a very real possibility that I will be dropped from the residency program I was accepted to. So, if anyone has a date for next week that you can give up, I will gladly take it from you, and pay that $150 fee to reschedule your exam (just send me a screen capture of the reschedule fee – additionally private message me if you do!).
Despite what happens to me, I want you all to know this: that even against all odds, even though you are DO students, even though you may have poor or worse scores, there is still hope. These programs are looking for good people. Good STUDENTS. And that doesn't always mean a 257 step 1. You can do it, just don't let a silly exam wreck your hard work at the finish line. Always learn, always be better than you were the day before. Don't be afraid to do anything because you are a DO. You should do EVERYTHING, BECAUSE you're a DO. Go forth and concur. Obtain those dreams that you will one day be X kind of doctor. Go and do it. Be truthful, be polite, be honest. It will be difficult, the battle will be long, but you can do it. You CAN do it.
Thanks for reading!
TL/DR I failed the PE and need a PE spot for next week (the week of May 11 through 16). There is a high chance that I may be dropped from my currently matched residency position at a very desirable academic program if this does not happen. Please PM me if you would like to release a date for me! I will also paypal you the 150$ it costs to reschedule that business (just image capture the price when its on the screen!)
The long version:
I started out like most of you osteopathic students – observant, hopeful, bright eyed, and full of medical dreams. My medical school years were fraught with highs and lows. One exam brought me to the top of the mountain and then a week later a sobering fall to rock bottom with the results of the next midterm. My aspirations went through a similar cycle. At first I wanted to be an oncologist, but not just any oncologist. I wanted to be a pediatric oncologist. I thought my calling was saving the lives of children with cancer. Eventually that morphed into only pediatrics, then orthopedics, then orthopedic surgery, cardiology, and finally general surgery. I was terrified when I first found out that I wanted to be a surgeon and was actually going for it. I did not think I could stand up to the MD’s out there in the allopathic world. But, I remained hopeful.
Step 1 came around. My hope plummeted. I received a bad score (and I do mean bad score – not just a low score, although it was VERY low). I thought my surgical life was going to end because nobody in the allopathic world would want someone with such a low score – especially an osteopathic student with a low score. But I pressed on because I loved being in the OR so much. I loved taking care of surgical patients, I loved the hours, I loved the patient-doctor interaction, and I loved the surgeons I got to rotate with. I rotated in big name institutions. Institutions that osteopathic students have no business rotating in (or so they say). With each rotation I became more and more confident hat I was choosing the right course. I was easily leaps and bounds “better” then the top MD student on each away rotation I was on – surgical or otherwise. At some institutions I was asked to show the PGY-1’s how to close, how to open, and explain different pathologic processes as they pertain to surgery. I gained the trust of big wigs across the United States and got letters to prove it. I published papers and made a ton of friends along the way. Then I took step 2 and again plummeted into depression. Rock bottom, baby! Sure I did better than on my step 1, by 10 points. But a 10-point improvement on my previous score was nothing to celebrate. I wasn't even close to “average.” I applied to for the match and interviews were scarce. But I interviewed at some big name places that I too, was surprised to get interviews at. I had passed USMLE and COMLEX step 1 and 2, had only the PE to go. After a mistake in scheduling the PE and a plane ticket on different dates, I rescheduled and took the PE. I am done with my exams. Now I only have to wait.
Two weeks later the most incredible thing happened: I got accepted somewhere. The DO student going for allopathic surgery got accepted! The DO student with terrible scores, matched allo surgery! I lost it. There is a God. Miracles do happen. But, where? I had my suspicions based on program feedback after interviews. In fact, I was 100% positive I was going to my 4th choice and would have to move to another state because they “had to have me.” Even despite my scores. I started looking at homes to rent in that state. A week later the results came back. At 11:59 am, the match email loaded into my inbox. I opened it. My heart skipped a beat. As my eyes scanned the email for the institutions name, my heart skipped another beat. Finally, my eyes rested on their final destination. Miosis, then midriasis. My heart stopped. My mouth fell open. My knees quivered. I began to cry. First choice. FIRST CHOICE! The no-name, low score, DO student was going to his first choice allopathic residency pick. A big name academic institution that I have no business going to (or so they say). Against-all-odds. An uphill battle. Underdog. Cinderella story. Was I dreaming? Was this a movie? If it was, where was upbeat theme music?. I kept saying it to myself over and over. First choice. First choice. First choice. I was in a daze.
I immediately told everybody. Vacation plans were set. Plane tickets bought. I picked up a few gigs here and there for some extra money in the weeks leading up to residency. I received my acceptance packet from the program. Completed it and returned it. Finished all of the orientation lectures early. Submitted. I thought to myself “nothing will prevent me from reaching my goals except for myself.” For the next three weeks I am on cruise control. Reading books, watching movies, and working out. LOVING LIFE. I was still in disbelief.
Monday, May 4th. An email pops into my inbox. I read it. Something, something, failed COMLEX PE…………Wait. What? Failed the PE. I FAILED the PE??? Of all of the standardized exams I thought I would fail, the PE was NOT one of them. The life drained out of my body. Oh crap. I feel like I just hit a brick wall. Oh my gawd. I feel as though my muscles are atrophying at an incredible rate. The now accepted, at least adequate DO surgical candidate is once again brought down into the valley, this time, below the surface of the sea. I am drowning. This is not real. I immediately call my home program. I will not graduate until I pass the PE. I will not receive a diploma until I receive a passing score. I will not be able to start residency without a PE score. Blackness caves in around me. All this time I was fighting against the odds. Trying to break down the perceived allopathic walls of tyranny. Staying up later then everyone, studying more than everyone, putting myself out there, into the shark infested waters of MD surgery…. AND SURVIVING…. NO THRIVING! And now, the mother ship from which I was birthed beckons to destroy what I consider to be nothing less than a miracle – a miracle that I happened to be a part of. I wasn't ostracized by my MD brethren in medicine, but rather, I am at the door of defeat from my own. The DO world seeks to bury the accomplishments of one of their own – sort of.
I am still in disbelief. I received compliments from patients on just about every rotation I have been on. I’m paraphrasing patients here: “don’t ever change,” I hope you stay as nice as you are when you become a famous doctor,” “I haven’t met a doctor as kind and caring as you have been to me. Thank you!” I have received mostly honors on all clinical rotations (except for peds) – at big name institutions. I have received support, been given congratulations for my medical performance in many institutions by the very physicians and surgeons I have worked with – many of which said I was one of the best students they have ever worked with. When I look back on my medical school career now, at this moment in time, I think I have a lot to be proud of. I now realize that my attempts, my struggles have been validated by numerous physicians and patients. But now, as I face the possibility of this all being trumped by a failing grade on a “standardized” clinical skills exam. An exam where I am graded by people I cannot see. An exam whose result would probably enrage some of my letter writers. I have no anger, no malice towards the NBOME. Only pity. Only disappointment. Only the desire to run as far away from them as possible and never look back. Now, the solitary organization that struck me down, the organization that has taken so much of money, and that has in one large way made a mockery of my medical school career, will not help me retake the exam at an earlier date. They wont help me watch dates on the website. They wont reserve an open spot for me (but really, why should they?). They wont help the exam I do end up taking be scored any faster than the current going rate that they are all scored at – even though I could lose a residency spot. I am sunk and I realize that hindsight is 20/20 and I should have taken this exam at the end of my third year. I am currently signed up for an early June date.
So that's where I am now. I am contacting my residency program on Monday because even if I get an earlier exam date, It may be a month after July 1st that my PE is scored thanks to the 8-10 weeks grading interval that is written in stone. There is a very real possibility that I will be dropped from the residency program I was accepted to. So, if anyone has a date for next week that you can give up, I will gladly take it from you, and pay that $150 fee to reschedule your exam (just send me a screen capture of the reschedule fee – additionally private message me if you do!).
Despite what happens to me, I want you all to know this: that even against all odds, even though you are DO students, even though you may have poor or worse scores, there is still hope. These programs are looking for good people. Good STUDENTS. And that doesn't always mean a 257 step 1. You can do it, just don't let a silly exam wreck your hard work at the finish line. Always learn, always be better than you were the day before. Don't be afraid to do anything because you are a DO. You should do EVERYTHING, BECAUSE you're a DO. Go forth and concur. Obtain those dreams that you will one day be X kind of doctor. Go and do it. Be truthful, be polite, be honest. It will be difficult, the battle will be long, but you can do it. You CAN do it.
Thanks for reading!
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