At this stage, life is a simulacrum of poor prognosis recurrent malignancy. Make it or break it. New clean slate of cycles and rotations in major postings. New set of chemotherapeutic expectation. It either heals or devastates you. We are just steps away from what we call swan song of medical student life.
Why am I not at all at releived once this is all over. There something inside of me actually grown tired and complacent. Had an anemic sense of empathy, maybe.
However since we are not out of a doghouse yet, might as well walk through this cautiously. Just like in a marathon for unfit people, the last mile is the most painful.
Motivation renewed. Come hell and high water, this too must end.
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