24 April 2019
My journey to medicine has not been linear. At A-levels, nothing could have been further from my mind than to try and pursue a career in medicine. In fact, a recent Facebook memory has shown that, during a careers counselling session at school, it was suggested that I try my luck at applying, only to be met with a derisive laugh and swift dismissal from my younger myopic self.
The years went by and I found myself, a few months into my final year of undergraduate studies and on the cusp of turning 22, sitting with my dad at the bronze playoffs for the Rugby World Cup 2015 at the Olympic stadium. Turning to him, I voiced something which had been percolating through my mind for a while:
“Pups, I think I want to study medicine.”
Eight words which galvanised my determination and added, for what felt like the first time, direction during the challenging years of my early twenties.
I chose to study medicine so I could work within an environment in which I was constantly learning and being challenged mentally. I had experienced a comfy job in which the money was good and the work easy, but that only led to deepening my desire to enter the medical profession. To be able to engage with people from all walks of life. To be able to teach and pass on knowledge I will have accrued over a lifetime’s work. But perhaps most importantly, to be granted a rare and very personal view through a window into people's lives, be it the patients I treat, their families, but most importantly, my colleagues who will be a familial unit, for support and love.
This is an opportunity so rarely afforded to most careers but one which entices me beyond all else.