Well I have
officially finished my first year of medical school. Still waiting for grades
to come out but nonetheless I am finished. I would like to thank all of my family and
friends here and home who have supported me. As I now sit back and enjoy my
study free day, I reflect back on my first two semesters of medical school.
I have
sat through hundreds of hours of lectures, countless more hours in the labs and
an unimaginable number of hours studying, but throughout it all four hours in
particular stand out. In the middle of second semester, I had the
opportunity to volunteer my time at a pediatric clinic in a small village
called Massacre.
Yes, that is the actual name of the village. Apparently back
in the 1800’s the locals tried to revolt against the British. Well the British
didn't care too much for that, so they killed everyone. So in honor of the event the village is called Massacre. It has a French pronunciation so it
doesn't sound so morbid.
My experience
with helping at the Massacre Primary School Clinic was nothing short of amazing.
So too often, we as medical students get too wrapped up in exams and labs we
forget why most of us wanted to become physicians in the first place. This
excellent opportunity gave me a tangible reminder why I spend countless hours a
day in my books. As a second semester student, we have only just begun to see
what it truly takes to be a physician.
Going into this experience I was nervous
I wouldn't know what to do or what to say to the patients or what questions I
should be asking. However, after I got to the clinic they were already busy,
and I was asked to help out as soon as I stepped off the bus.
As my first
patient sat down with her child, I politely introduced myself and began with
taking my first real patient history. As I talked with her about why she had
brought in her child, I began stumbling over my words. She laughed and smiled
at me. It was then I realized it didn't matter if I stumbled over my words or
had to keep pausing to think about what questions I needed to ask; she was
happy I was there taking an interest in her child’s health. This eased my
nervousness, and I began to feel more confident.
As the day
progressed I became more comfortable with interacting with the patients. It was
exciting to be able to answer their questions and be able to reference material
I have learned in class and be able to explain something as simple as allergies
to someone who has never heard of them. The most memorable part of the day was
simply my interactions with the kids. It was such a remarkable feeling to bring
a smile to these kids' faces and make them feel like going to see the doctor
doesn't have to be scary.
This was my
first experience with any type of rural medicine, and I was shocked to learn how
many of them had never visited a doctor or haven't in years. Coming
from a place where, for the most part, if you are sick you go to see the
doctor, this was definitely a humbling experience and made my time there feel
much more enlightening.
My experience
at the clinic showed me there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It showed me
the material we learn in the classroom does have real world implications and as
physicians we will use most of it every day in our practices. Having this
opportunity to be able to make a difference in a child’s life, no matter how
small, has strengthened my purpose for becoming a physician.
-Matt
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