UVM College of Medicine students share their thoughts with peers, mentors, family, and friends. Everything from what inspired them to choose a career in medicine, to their first-year experience, to fourth year rotations – the personal and the professional.
Written by Sarah Gardner ’15
“The baby is in my stomach, so what I eat, the baby eats,” the interpreter translated for us. Emily and I looked at each other. How do you explain the concept of a uterus and placenta to someone who became a mother at age 12, was pulled out of school in the second grade, and literally watches her stomach grow every time she gets pregnant? Thinking the baby is in the stomach makes so much more sense than imaginary organs.
Written by Kelly Gardner ’14
Two days before my AI started, my father became critically ill. I had to navigate these murky waters while being hours away from my family, taking care of cancer patients and their families. There were days that seemed impossible, but it gave me the ability to truly understand what my patients and their families were going through.
Written by Janel Feliz Martir ’16
To be an artist is to be an agent of change – becoming and being a subject rather than an object. This philosophy is at the heart of the Art Activity Group, a weekly elective art class offered to the residents of Northern Nights, a support home for women transitioning from incarceration into life in Chittenden county.
Written by Adam Ackerman ’14
Every medical student makes sacrifices and faces some form of adversity to become a doctor. Whatever sacrifice I made to get to this point pales in comparison to the imposed hardships this entire class was forced to tolerate. I honestly don’t know if I would have made it through under these circumstances. It’s hard to imagine the daily inconvenience and uncertainty they faced, but the strength and resolve the class has shown is a common theme I’ve found in the more inhospitable corners of the world. Whether it’s Haiti or Guatemala or Zimbabwe, people endure.
Written by Sarah Gardner ’15
I went to see him every single morning, and pretty much just sat next to his bed and let him talk. Asking him the usual review of systems questions, outside of whether he was comfortable or not, seemed a waste of time. He was struggling with trying to make a decision: Should I go through chemotherapy? Should I get radiation? Should I do nothing? I dutifully listened to him, confident only in the fact that I had none of the answers.
Written by Marissa Mendez ’15
Dying is such a sacred time in one’s life. As future physicians, I believe that one of our roles will be to guide our patients into this journey of death so that when their time comes, they don’t leave with pain and suffering. This role certainly shouldn’t involve running away because we ourselves can’t deal with the thought of death or saying goodbye to a patient we may have become attached to. In their end, it shouldn’t all be about us.
Written by Murtaza Bharmal ’17
He was my textbook, my study guide, my door into the realm of the marvelous intricacies of human anatomy—his anatomy. What served him 93 years now served me my purpose, to understand, at the basic physiological level, how we function.