It has been five long years since I reached here, Sri Lanka. I call it my second home. The journey throughout has been challenging yet fulfilling. Never did I aspire to study medicine in the first place and secondly to do so in Sri Lanka. But what my fate had in store for me was something exciting. After completing high school and with a satisfactory result to qualify for the ex-country scholarship, I was ready to grab it, but without knowing anything or having any idea of what I will be doing for the next five to six years.
With my excitement and mom's minimal persuasion, my life is set for something differently new and good.
Studying medicine was both challenging and fascinating. For in life everything that is being pursued, if for a purpose and objective is challenging. Yet the reinforcing aspect through such challenges has been the fascination that cumulates as one reaches higher up on the medical hierarchy. I am at the very bottom and what I see, more often than not, is an unpleasant sight, but with a light at the very end. It is only after climbing a mountain that you realize there are thousands more to conquer.
As a doctor, you do not listen to diagnose a disease affecting someone's life, but you listen to that person's life story, predominantly the difficult times of their life, and try to find links and ways to cure them. Each patient's story is a narration filled with sad events and unbound sacrifices.
There is no one remedy to cure all the problems, but with a more loving heart doctors can be the best source of compassion and empathy. Doctors can help these wondrous human aptitudes to flourish.
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