Yikes, I wrote this post back in May but never posted it b/c I hadn’t added the pictures yet. Better late than never!
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve dreamed of becoming a doctor. My Great Aunt Lynette gave me a book when I entered Kindergarten where I could write about each year in school. In this book I included my teacher, friends, favorite subject, and what I wanted to be when I grew up. In fourth grade I wrote I wanted to be a “a anethesioligist,” and in fifth grade I wanted to be “a pediatrition.” (Fortunately my spelling has improved.) As a little girl I would go do rounds with my dad at the hospital to see the new babies. I loved this time together. As long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to go to medical school and become a physician.
When I started medical school four years ago I couldn’t believe that I had been accepted and I was one step closer to my dream. However, four years seemed so far away and the task of completing medical school was overwhelming. Fortunately I had the help and support of many to help me through. I’ve mentioned before the great friends I made in medical school. I cannot imagine these last four years without them. They turned many frustrating experiences into laughter and good memories. We have also made great friends outside of school that we will always cherish. My mom has been an amazing support. She understood how busy I was and although she lived close (80 miles), I never felt pressure to see her. She was amazing and would come up to visit, take us out to dinner, and she’s even cleaned my bathroom a few times. Thank you mom for always believing in me. And of course John, my love and my best friend. I could not have done it without him. I don’t know how he put up with me at times but he was always there. Never complaining about getting groceries or making dinner, he definitely put in more than his share at times. He also sacrificed his dream of going full time in photography and continued working a corporate job when he wasn’t happy with what he was doing. I could not have gotten through medical school without him. And thank you to the countless other family and friends who have supported and loved me and put up with me during this time. Well enough with the mushy thank yous.
The past couple weeks (and maybe longer) when I have thought about graduating from medical school, I have gotten a little teary-eyed. It’s so amazing that this goal that I have worked so hard, for so many years was about to become reality. The hours I studied in high school, college, and of course med school have finally paid off. I was about to become Dr. Emily Sharpe.
So now it’s time for the pictures… lots of them!
The Syncytium minus one.
Thanks to everyone who has helped and supported me. I could not have done this alone! Happy Day!
