Diary

One Day I Will Write About This Place || On Med School And Graduating.

Hey guys, look who is a medical doctor now! I graduated last week , so this post is a little late but I was shipped off to my hometown the day after for my cousin’s wedding and only just got back.
Its kind of a long read down there but definitely one worth your time so stay with me please.
One day I will write about this place…
Words I first saw on a book cover by a Kenyan author but nonetheless words that came to my head every now and then during my journey through medical school.
Words that got me going when the going got tough
The promise that one day this will all be over and will only just be a memory which I can reach into when desired and share amidst laughs and reminiscence with ex classmates, future colleagues and anyone who cared to listen.

How do I write about six years plus of ups and really low lows in just a few paragraphs?

How do I explain the constant fear, pressure, the frustration, the countless times my eyes leaked on its own free will because I just couldn’t do it anymore?
Truth is, I can’t.
Its something that has to be experienced to be fully understood.

Rather, I’ll talk about the lessons.

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt in med school, its that ‘this too shall pass’.
Sadly, it took me until my final days to learn. Standing in what seemed to be the longest ward round in my life, four hours and counting, but when it finally ended, I realized something that I hope I keep remembering for as long as I live and it is that ‘this too shall pass’.
That stressful day will still come to an end and once we step out that door/hit our sheets, will also most likely be forgotten..
The Pain and frustration too will pass
When you tune your mind to that, getting through the day will be a lot easier, I promise.
(I shared some other lessons in this post on lessons I learnt in med school)

I’m writing this for you all, as well as for myself. I’m sure I’ll need to revisit this every now and then to remind myself because this is just the beginning for me.

It actually gets tougher than medical school from here on, but right now I’m just thankful that I made it through.
God has been exceedingly faithful.
He keeps coming through for me!
You know, when I saw my results,
I couldn’t believe it, I was too stunned, too relieved for words.
Even sitting in the hall waiting to take the physician’s oath and be called up to get my certificate, I still felt like any moment soon someone will walk in and say that its a mistake. Isn’t it funny how even in the face of God’s blessings, we still doubt?

My success isn’t mine alone,

Here’s to everyone that made this possible.
To you all for constantly putting up with my medical school stories
To room 830 boys (Saga and Shaenk) for being there during the last moments – the finals, constantly supporting, making light of the whole situation and of course studying with me.

To Abike Dalley, for all the last minute examinations you had to teach me. Thank you for being selfless, for taking time out of your own study time to help me.

To Monica Olotu for the constant care.
To Sandra Onwuekwe and the rest of the study group, for accepting me into the group, for teaching and bearing with me.
To Dr Abdullahi, your reward is in heaven. Thanks for being there, for picking me up at my lowest points.
To Seun Uthman, you may not know how your words healed me that day in my room but they did and I’m glad you came over.
To Mr A, for reading to me when I was too lazy/ tired to do it myself and for your constant prayers.
Oyinkan, Amina, Egbe, Mariam. I can’t wait to celebrate you.
May it also be made easy for you in times of difficulty. Thank you!
Pictures by : Bayo Lawson | iamblwaz.com | @blawz_

(He took the pictures in this shoot I had for thisday style magazine, remember?)

  ||TWITTER || INSTAGRAM 
You can read more from my med school diary Here

Author: Cassie Daves

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *