So back to my answer, yes, I really did want to be a pediatric oncologist. Sounds a bit intense when I say it now, but I vividly recall writing my college entry essay about the passion with which I wanted to be a pediatric oncologist. It was something that I had known for many years.
I was an avid read growing up, well I still enjoy reading, but as a child I spent many an afternoon reading. One of my favorite series was by Lurlene McDaniel. My mom coined the series my “death and dying books.” And it is true that Ms. McDaniel captured many a young life impacted by very serious illnesses, commonly a childhood cancer.
This probably led me to refine my dream career from a pediatrician to a pediatric oncologist.
When I got to college, the prospect of such a jam packed schedule in college as a biochem major plus so many years in medical school seemed daunting and I changed my major to Psychology.
I have ambled a bit since college and find myself working in marketing now, but I have definitely considered several paths in the medical profession over the last 7 years since my dad passed away. You see my dad wanted to be a surgeon and when we were having conversations while he was ill, he tried to reinvigorate my medical passion as he was faced with the prospect that he would never fulfill his dream of pursuing medicine.
This led me to reconsider this path. My research has included everything from a naturopath to acupuncturist to nurse practitioner to physician’s assistant to osteopathic medicine to even a pediatrician again when I figured out it would take me as long to fulfill the prerequisites as it would to just go to medical school. It also connected me with people in the medical field as I sought advice from others on whether I was ready for the challenge. Advice from others is invaluable when considering major decisions. Ultimately, I decided I was not quite ready.
My sister is now working as a nurse and I am so impressed by her drive to fulfill her dream.
Who knows what the future holds, I may one day yet be Dr. B.