The Rabbit Game On Millsberry

rare for a post in which I will speak, as I dedicate that to most of my time, surgery.



And in recent months, I have considered many options in my life. I would lie if I said that there are days when I seriously doubted the path that led me to choose this profession. I would lie if I said that I woke up one morning just for the money they pay me for doing my job. It would be true if I said I have not thought about quitting, to do something else to make me think less, study less, live better.

I thought over the road, repeating the MIR, choose something else, anywhere else ... and I cried. Of helplessness, telling a family very similar to mine that we could not nothing. Anger, being the only one-eyed in a world of blind, nerves, to get home after the worst guard in the world with the only consolation that I did everything I was in my hands to do, and not knowing if it had been sufficient. Of misunderstanding, bathed in the blood of a patient who ended up attacking others. Loneliness, taking difficult decisions in the silence of a night that most slept peacefully (at home), outside those moments that make a difference.

I fell, I stopped, I thought. And then I grabbed the hand of the giants who walked beside me, and I stood up. And after all the bad, I cried with joy, with the embrace of a family that I appreciated the worst guard in the world, not knowing that she did a little more womanly. I've learned, I grew up, I changed the fear with respect and I smiled. I've seen the miracles that can do this science, which is mine, and I believed.

I think. Because no matter how bad the guard, the end always returns to the sun. For my older Rs are those gifts that someone put up there to make the world a little less gray. Because my tutor is that light in the way that makes me not yet been lost, because I have seen miracles out of the hands of one of the giants with whom I share the moments when doubts disappear.

Because I have one week back home with a big smile for those little moments that give this profession, and because the most important thing is that I did everything I was in my hands to do, and that's what makes me sleep peacefully.

A tip for those who want to become surgeons: If you doubt, you know that is not the best option, but if you have it clear you do not let them convince you otherwise.