The little girl looked so happy still, she didn’t even cry when she went inside and got her blood extracted. She was smiling despite everything. And looking at this cute little girl, she reminded me about how much I wanted to be a pediatric oncologist back when I was still studying my pre-med.
I remember during my interview with the Dean of the College of Medicine, he asked me what specialty I was veering towards since I didn’t write it down on the short essay on my med application. I told him I wasn’t sure yet but I might take up a Masters in Hospital Administration. Having said that, he asked me again what specialty I had in mind aside from taking up a masters.
“Endocrinology” I quipped, “…or Oncology” I continued. I don’t really like telling people how much I want to be an Oncologist because most would tell me that my heart is too weak for it; I would only cry every time I lose a patient to cancer. But you know what, I don’t care because I want to be part of their journey. I want to be there for these people suffering from this incurable disease.
I have lost someone to cancer; five relatives have come and gone. I know what it feels like to have a family member going through all of it. It’s sad, it’s crazy, it’s deafening. But something about being an Oncologist, a Pediatric one to be exact, has me daydreaming and wanting to be a doctor more than I ever did before.
Hey, it still might change. I’m still a first year and first years have so much hope for the future. We’ll really just have to wait and see!
PS. Picture is so unrelated to my sentiments but I really don’t know what to put 😂