I’ve always wanted to share my personal statements from medical school with my patients so that they could understand why I chose to become a family physician. Below is the personal statement that I authored while applying to several family medicine programs in my final year of medical school.
Writing my personal statement was something that I had put off for months because I would get a few lines into a predictably rosy explanation of why I loved family medicine and I’d get stuck…I was not in a rosy state of mine and it felt to insincere to gloss over my true feelings. Ultimately however, coming to grips with my emotions helped me to truly see through the grit and reminded me about my true love of family medicine.
Medical school is not easy. To describe the experience merely as ‘stressful’ would be a gross understatement. Often I cavalierly joke that a part of me died during the rigors of that first year. Furthermore, as I stand on the threshold of a career in medicine the future fails to appear any more optimistic. All too often, it seems that the lofty ideals which have become cliche in med-school applications are lost somewhere along the way. So as I sit here, reviewing my original personal statement, I am forced to examine whether I am as motivated as I was prior to the stressors of medical school. Thankfully I can say that I am. If anything, my passion for people has grown/matured.
“Don’t loose your heart” Traudle, friend & neighbor
Traudle is an older, divorced, eccentric German woman who was my neighbor for six years and the inspiration for my original personal statement. I affectionately refer to her as my ‘first patient’ but it would be more accurate to call her my ‘first medical professor.’ During the winter of my sophomore year at K-State, Traudle suffered a severely broken wrist and I was by her side from the first ER visit, to surgery and through months of rehab. Initially, she taught me what it meant to be a patient, complete with the inherit joys, sorrows, and frustrations that one would expect. However, now I reflect on what Traudle can teach me about what it means to be a physician. The Traudle that is my neighbor is a warm, kind, hard-working woman with an ‘old country’ view of the world. The Traudle that could walk into my clinic is a nervous, minimally educated, untrusting patient that would show up late, stay too long, and monopolize my time. Understanding this dichotomy reminds me that even difficult patients may be good people who are uncomfortable in a stressful medical environment.
“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine” Proverbs
Very early into my third year, I was rotating through Psych Consult and was asked to speak with a 45 year old woman for possible depression. I can’t help but think that my lack of clinical skill was as obvious as the nose on my face. However, I learned a warm smile and a sympathetic ear can be surprisingly therapeutic. After two days and several hours of discussion, this patient felt comfortable enough with me to reveal for the first time ever that she had been extensively molested as a child. This was a truly profound experience that emphasized that the ability to communicate with people is the essence of the art of medicine.
I’m not naive; I read the near daily articles preaching the woes of primary care physicians. I’m painfully aware of the declining interest in family medicine, pitiful reimbursement, and the looming extinction of the solo practitioner. I’d be a fool if I didn’t ask myself why I would volunteer for a specialty wrought with such difficulties. Simply, my answer is ‘the people.’ I am wholly willing to sacrifice the perceived financial and personal perks of another specialty in exchange for the intimate experience of my patients. Additionally, I believe that the future of family medicine is brighter than forecasted and I look forward to being actively involved in its revitalization.