Long Time No Post

Hi Friends!

I know I've kinda fallen off the face of the earth on here... not purposefully but because honestly I haven't really known what to say. I haven't figured out how to put what I want to say into words.

Do I talk about third year and how tough it was?
Do I talk about step 2?
Do I talk about fourth year?
Do I talk about applications?
Do I talk about interview season?

HONESTLY I don't really want to talk about any of them - hence why I haven't posted.

UNTIL TODAY

I realized all I want to do is reflect on this journey so far.

It has been long and tedious. I've been more exhausted than I can imagine. I've felt more homesick than I've ever felt. I've been able to live in so many exciting and new places. I've been able to see so many beautiful sights and things. I've seen things that are unimaginable. I've met with people I've never thought I'd meet. I've had experiences that not many people have experienced.

Everything I've seen/done/experienced so far have spanned from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. From the excitement of birthing a baby that a couple has been trying for for ages to the tears of a patient coming in from a trauma. I've gone through a whole range of emotions in just one 24 hour shift. And as much as I could not imagine doing anything different in my life I've noticed how it's changed me.

Not in a bad way, but not in a good way either.

In order to get through medical school you need to be tough. That's what I was always told. Okay be tough be tough. Got through Dominica and Step One. I WAS TOUGH. Then came the hospital. In order to get through day after day after day of caring for your patients it wears you out. You have some amazing beautiful encounters and you have some not so great encounters. You have people telling you you're doing great keep it up! Then you have people questioning why you did "x, y, z".

In order for me to cope with that I "became tougher". I hardened up - if something good happened - that's fine. If something bad happened - that's fine. There were no emotions anymore. I still cared so deeply for my patients wanting to make them feel comfortable and they were being cared for. But I wouldn't allow myself to feel emotions. I wouldn't get happy, sad, mad, angry, elated, joyous, scared or even homesick. I just did. I showed up. Cared for my patients and left. I couldn't handle the moments of excitement of helping a patient to the embarrassment of doing something incorrect and being spoken to about it. So I just wouldn't let myself feel either emotion.

So yeah you have to be tough to get through medical school, I'm not saying I am but I never TRULY realized what that meant until now. I've missed too many birthdays to count. I've missed get togethers, funerals, dinners, weddings, parties... YOU NAME IT I'VE MISSED IT.

I've lost contact with dear friends, I've felt like I haven't been able to be a good friend, a good sister, daughter or granddaughter. It can feel very isolating. Yet here I am still knowing that medicine is all I ever want to do.

I know medicine online can be glorified. Flatlays, fun study sessions, cool surgeries, cute scrubs.

AND IT IS ALL OF THOSE THINGS!!!

But there is also more. There's those tears of sadness, anger, frustration. Those 2 am eureka moments. Those disorganized desks with notes everywhere and UWorld ripping apart your soul. Those silent moments after a tough case. The exciting moments with patients.

And everything in between.

And I wouldn't change it for the world.

- Jen

The End of an Era

I realize I have neglected this little blog of mine for a while and I do apologize. So let me fill you in on my life.

I finished up my Fall semester with an invitation to do a research apprenticeship in one of my profs labs in the winter semester. I accepted it and I was working in his lab alongside his PhD and Masters students assisting in their studies. I learnt a lot in the lab and I am so so so grateful for the opportunity to expand my knowledge in Kinesiology research. I've also been working my butt off studying and sending out applications for med schools. But I've also been taking in this last semester and really living in the moment.

Everything is a last now. Last lecture, last assignment, last lab, last final... last, last last. I feel like the word last has a very negative connotation attached to it. I wrote my last final thinking nothing of it and just walked out, not saying goodbye to any of my friends in the room.

Some of you may think that that's a little insensitive, but I don't think it's goodbye. If we are close enough friends I will still be seeing you even though we aren't conveniently down the street from one another. Sure we're all moving back home and trying to figure out post grad life but friendship is stronger than that.

BESIDES ME BEING ALL EMOTIONAL ABOUT FINISHING UNDERGRAD....

I have gotten accepted to medical school which excites me greatly. So this blog will be able to live up to its full expectation of my stories and life throughout my medical school life.

Thank you to those who have kept up and been reading, if anyone has anything they'd like me to discuss on here please leave a comment and let me know!

- Jen xo

The Last

On to the third week of school and I've slowly gotten myself into a routine. When I wake up every day, what to pack as snacks, when to leave for campus ect. It's pretty difficult to believe that I'm in my fourth year and this is the last September I'll be seeing in Waterloo.

Believe me I know how easy it is to get caught up in the moment and not really appreciate it for what it really is. I've been consciously trying to appreciate every moment and all the emotions that come with them.

Since this is the last time I'll be experiencing the frustration of starting fall semester in Waterloo. The last time I get to see the leaves turning from green to yellow and red. My last fall semester in Waterloo.

Every other year I've just thought "It's one more year, out of the way. Keep it going." and I'm realizing that that is such a horrible mindset.

Why keep counting down until something is over? Appreciate it now, you'll regret it later.

- Jen