The Differential: Medscape Med Students Blogs

The Dog Days of Med School

Kendra Campbell -- I just returned from taking my two dogs to the veterinarian. These dogs were once puppies that I adopted while living in Dominica and taking my pre-clinical coursework. Over a year ago I wrote about an intensely emotional experience involving the death of another one of my puppies. Interestingly, the stress of med school had never brought me to my knees at that point, but the death of an animal, combined with other stressors really sent me on an emotional roller coaster.

As a child, I grew up on a dairy goat farm, and we had many other types of animals as well, including chickens, pigs, and many dogs and cats. I guess you could say that I grew up in a very animal-intense environment.

Okay, so now you’re thinking, “this is a blog about med school, not vet school, what does all this rambling have to do with human medicine?” Well, I actually happen to think it has a lot to do with it.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that being surrounded by animals all my life has definitely shaped my personality. I’ll even go as far as to say that it may have served to foster my compassion and ability to care for all living beings, humans included.

The two puppies that I adopted in Dominica turned out to be immensely valuable to me in medical school. I have fond memories of taking short breaks from studying to pet and cuddle my pups. Cuddling with them never failed to rejuvenate me when studying had sucked all the energy and life from my body and mind. And when I was stressed out about an upcoming exam, taking my pups for a walk on the beach or rubbing their bellies was always guaranteed to provide me with much needed stress relief.

You could assert that all this psycho babble about having dogs, or any pets for that matter, is a bunch of holistic mumbo jumbo. But the existing research actually supports my anecdotal evidence. Studies have shown that owning a pet can nurture both their owners’ physical and psychological well-being. Some of the medical benefits include lowering blood pressure and cholesterol levels, improving survival rates after surgery, and decreasing the number of visits to the doctor. As for psychological health, pets can help people cope with stress, reduce rates of depression, and even reduce loneliness.

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that while there are some disadvantages (cost, allergies, responsibilities, poop-scooping) to owning a pet, the benefits shouldn’t be underestimated. My now almost two-year-old doggies are proof enough to me that owning pets can have a myriad of wonderful rewards. And that’s exactly what I told myself when I signed the $900 credit card charge at the vet’s office tonight!

Do I Really Want To Do This?

Jeff Wonoprabowo -- Throughout the year, one question loomed over me, haunting me like a bad dream: "Do I really want to go through all of this to become a doctor?" It's a question I think is harder to answer now than when I was in college, especially now that I’ve started to see what I am getting myself into.

One day while I was in high school, I was sitting on the couch in front of the television. I’m not sure what I was watching. I do remember my mom calling me away from the tv set. She called me into the living room because she wanted to talk. I found it rather odd; it seemed totally out of the blue. But, I suppose, this shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Conversations with mom sometimes seem, at least to me, to come right out of left field. That evening my mom defied the stereotype that all Asian parents want their children to become a doctor or a lawyer. She sat me down to tell me she didn’t want me to become a doctor. That conversation was in high school.

The thing is, I was never the child who grew up with dreams of becoming a doctor. When my mom found out she was pregnant, she decided that in order to stay at home with me she would have to start her own business. She started a data entry business. As a result, I grew up around computers and decided that one day I wanted a career that involved computers.

But here I am, now a medical student. Although I have only completed the first year, I’m on my way towards earning the right to add the initials M.D. behind my name. Not that I need any more letters; my last name is long enough.

It’s scary, though. I have put myself on a path towards becoming a physician -– a path that is long and quite expensive. Should I continue down this path, I know I will find myself in a very rewarding career with enough money to keep a roof over my head and food on the table.

It's a frustrating journey. There's a ton of information that is force-fed during the pre-clinical years. At times it's a challenge to see how some of it is even relevant to patient care. More than once during my first year, I wondered if I really want to do this. It was almost a monthly cycle; it coincided with exams that came about every five weeks. I hated exam weeks. Actually, I still do. But those were the times when I wondered, considered, and longed for being somewhere else. I enviously think about friends who have finished school and are earning a good paycheck. Then I take a look at the numbers on the statements I receive from my lender. It is always a little shocking to see how quickly those numbers grow. Sadly, the balance of my checking account has the opposite trend.

Yet there are times where I am truly grateful for the chance to be where I am. And there are many more times where I am excited about the possibilities of where I’m headed. Because medicine -– being invited into the depths of patients’ lives –- is exciting. I wouldn’t blog about medical school if I thought it was boring, depressing, and monotonous. On second thought, I probably would. But if you're reading this site, you probably wouldn't be my target audience.

Sure, it can be hard and time-consuming. Obviously it can be very frustrating. But after having spent six weeks in the wards with attendings, residents, and medical students (2 at the beginning of the school year and 4 after), I think I have found a source of inspiration and motivation. It's not about the prestige; I don't think all the training is worth what prestige is left in the profession. It's not about the money; there are easier and shorter paths to earning a decent living. It’s not about being your own boss; the current medical system has made that terribly difficult. It's all about the patients.

And now I think I've found the answer to that looming question. I just hope my answer doesn't get lost in the deluge that will come in the form of my second year...