It's unbelievable what kinds of issues can affect a person when they receive a diagnosis. Who should they find for treatment? Where do they go to ask questions? What are the questions they should be asking? What can they expect?
And then there are so many more issues. What about parents? If your parents are not in this country how do you get them there so that you can spend time with them in your time of need. And how does one retain a level of normalcy in life? Is it possible to get the best treatment where I am or do I need to relocate, and if I did relocate or fly for treatments, what would happen next?
I'm glad I can be there through these questions. I feel fortunate to be in the medical profession, from which I have access at my fingertips to so many individuals and excellent physicians. It is astounding what people will do for you and what they will put themselves through to help preserve the life of another person they don't even know. And finding these people, who can provide so much help, allows me to make what small contributions I can.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Chimpangutans in love
Ok, maybe not. But it IS valentine's day, and you know what that means.
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Saturday, February 12, 2005
What kind of Butt Wiper are you?
Sandpaper Wiper | 100% | ||
Overzealous Wiper | 83% | ||
Conservationist Wiper | 58% | ||
Two-Ply Folding Wiper | 42% | ||
Naturalist Wiper | 25% |
What kind of butt wiper are you?
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Becoming a doctor
The reasons why I have chosen medicine hit me at the oddest, no, the most appropriate times. Certainly at the most personal times.
I'm currently contacting physicians to deal with a person close to me who has been diagnosed with cancer. So far I'm just fielding the area, explaining the story and hoping that people will point me in good directions. And it is amazing how much support I already feel for my loved one. Every time I receive the warm responses that each physician sends, I count my lucky stars. I cannot help but think of that physician as a savior. He or she is working to preserve life. It is amazing how strong and intimidating a charge that is, and the doctors are emailing me back on their Saturday afternoons, when they could be napping on the couch or eating a pizza. They aren't relaxing, their jobs are forever.
It's amazing what souls I see in them, and how sincerely they want to make sure that people get the best care. And I am amazed when I see that come out in myself, in little, less educated, but still hopeful bits. Fumbling my way through explanations of medical terms, trying to give everyone a positive outlook, and trying to be realistic about everything as well. It's amazing what can come up in you when the necessity arises. And you realize that the times indeed do come up when you can actually help another person.
I'm currently contacting physicians to deal with a person close to me who has been diagnosed with cancer. So far I'm just fielding the area, explaining the story and hoping that people will point me in good directions. And it is amazing how much support I already feel for my loved one. Every time I receive the warm responses that each physician sends, I count my lucky stars. I cannot help but think of that physician as a savior. He or she is working to preserve life. It is amazing how strong and intimidating a charge that is, and the doctors are emailing me back on their Saturday afternoons, when they could be napping on the couch or eating a pizza. They aren't relaxing, their jobs are forever.
It's amazing what souls I see in them, and how sincerely they want to make sure that people get the best care. And I am amazed when I see that come out in myself, in little, less educated, but still hopeful bits. Fumbling my way through explanations of medical terms, trying to give everyone a positive outlook, and trying to be realistic about everything as well. It's amazing what can come up in you when the necessity arises. And you realize that the times indeed do come up when you can actually help another person.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
OMG (did I just type that?)
Can't study can't study can't study. Too much to do and don't want to do any of it. I actually have too much time to study - the whole freaking weekend in fact. And I don't want to do it. i don't want to do any of it.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Nearly V-Day and comments on blogging
Wow I have blog-stalkers who are willing to remain in the woodwork. All I can identify is that when I said "Chimpangutan" in everyday conversation, my blog-stalking-friend said "You are the chimpangutan." Wow, what a memory. Now if I could use the same ingenuity to remember information from that crazy Neuro class I'd be set for life.
Though I don't know if I really like being "the chimpangutan." But does it really matter now? You can't change who you are. And if you are a person with a tendency to be strange and to invoke the ridicule of others from time to time, can you NOT be a chimpangutan?
As for Valentine's Day. Some people hate it. Some people fear being alone for it. Well, being without a Valentine doesn't change things much since it's been my status for 22 out of my 24 years of life. But I know that people love me.
If nothing else, Valentine's Day has given me one funny story, which would not have happened, had I a Valentine that year. Back when I was a sophomore in college, I was the only one of my 6 roommates to have not "heard" the 7th roommate with her boyfriend. I took pride in that and was quite relieved in fact, though I was curious about how disturbing the sounds could possibly be. So on valentine's day, after dinnertime, around 8pm, I was making valentines in my room to give to my roommates. I felt rather cheerful. I took my Valentines in a hop, skip, and a jump to my roommates' room and then skipped down the hallway to distribute the rest when I heard a most horrendous, disturbing, and subtle noise of heavy breathing. My eyes widened in a flash and I bolted for my room. God how scary. I learned later that my other roommate had been hiding inside her bedroom with music playing loudly in order to avoid the auditory spectacle.
Maybe that wasn't such a good thing to happen on a Valentine's Day.
Though I don't know if I really like being "the chimpangutan." But does it really matter now? You can't change who you are. And if you are a person with a tendency to be strange and to invoke the ridicule of others from time to time, can you NOT be a chimpangutan?
As for Valentine's Day. Some people hate it. Some people fear being alone for it. Well, being without a Valentine doesn't change things much since it's been my status for 22 out of my 24 years of life. But I know that people love me.
If nothing else, Valentine's Day has given me one funny story, which would not have happened, had I a Valentine that year. Back when I was a sophomore in college, I was the only one of my 6 roommates to have not "heard" the 7th roommate with her boyfriend. I took pride in that and was quite relieved in fact, though I was curious about how disturbing the sounds could possibly be. So on valentine's day, after dinnertime, around 8pm, I was making valentines in my room to give to my roommates. I felt rather cheerful. I took my Valentines in a hop, skip, and a jump to my roommates' room and then skipped down the hallway to distribute the rest when I heard a most horrendous, disturbing, and subtle noise of heavy breathing. My eyes widened in a flash and I bolted for my room. God how scary. I learned later that my other roommate had been hiding inside her bedroom with music playing loudly in order to avoid the auditory spectacle.
Maybe that wasn't such a good thing to happen on a Valentine's Day.
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