This is my letter to the world
that never wrote to me
~ Emily Dickinson
Dear Reader,
Welcome to my first blog post! I am very grateful to you for even glancing at this page.
The main purpose of this blog is to keep a record of my practice as a solo physician. It is also my attempt to express authenticity to my prospective and current patients to help them be more genuine and comfortable in our interactions. And maybe it can give students who are thinking about a career in medicine an idea on what it’s like to be a physician - especially a family physician.
I will strive to have bimonthly posts. Some will be about my experiences as a mom, wife and physician. Other posts will be more variable - my personal thoughts on health, medicine, the health care system, patient stories, the cycle of life and death and anecdotes on how my private practice is doing. Probably there will be some little bit of poetry and humor sprinkled here and there…
In this first post, I wanted to present the personal statement I wrote to apply to medical school when I was 21 years old about why I wanted to be a physician. Every student has to write about this in order to apply to medical school. It usually makes or breaks an applicant’s chances for entry. I got lucky- I got in to my first choice of school with this essay.
I make this my first post to let my patients read why I wanted to be a doctor in the first place. And to this day, I still read through this essay when I need to remind myself of THE reason.
If you are still interested, here it goes:
On January 31, 1993 the temperature gauge read 0degF at the Detroit International Airport. A 12 year old girl emerged with her mother from the airplane after almost 24 hours of travel. She was wearing a brownish-yellow coat that was probably a trench coat knock off she found at an “ukay-ukay” - a store that is like Goodwill in the Philippines. It did not stop the cruel bite of the wind when she stepped out into the white world of a Michigan winter.
That was me just 8 years ago. I had never ridden a car, nor been through an airport’s giant, automatic doors, and of course, never seen snow. At that point, I would truly experience the feeling of the word “foreign”. I felt my entire body try to fold into itself due to the cold and my brain stumbled over English words that would float around it as I tried to interpret what was being said to me. I could not meet the stares thrown my way as my mother and I moved into a small town with a population of 1000, no stop lights, one grocery store and no other immigrants.
How I wished I had a guide to know how to belong and navigate that new territory. It was many months that turned into years of constant anxiety and the feeling of being lost, never belonging anywhere. I could not see that there was a purpose or that there could be an emerging story in that difficult journey.
As I tried to navigate this foreign world, I did my best to achieve academically. It was the only way for me to fight the crushing sense of unworthiness. It was a situation that could have destroyed me. But instead, an unlikely thing happened. I became aware of other people’s suffering even though they were very different from me. This helped frame the world in a new light - that suffering can bring people together. The more I did this, the more I met people who felt the same way. I learned over and over again that suffering can help people find belonging and in it, they can choose to be of service to each other, find purpose and become whole.
It was from these experiences of awareness and knowing what it’s like to be foreign, combined with finding academic success, that I find my way into a career in medicine. This is what I think a physician can be: a compassionate and knowledgeable guide for those who have been transported by a diagnosis into a new world called Illness. As patients, they will enter the alien world of hospitals, clinics, and procedures. In these places they are expected to bare their bodies and give their trust.
As their physician, I can listen to my patients’ stories and use science to lead them to the path of healing. Through the practice of medicine, I can take part in helping them realize the emerging story of their lives. I can be their ambassador in a community of suffering and merge it with my own path so we can find its purpose together. And henceforth, find ourselves where we fully belong.
I would love to hear your responses about any of the posts here, so please send me comments and blog post ideas at hello@lupinemd.com.
Sincerely,
Dr. Hendrick
© 2023 Angela C. Hendrick
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