Year VII: Restoration and New Beginnings
I pray that I am aware of the privilege that I have, being a(n): straight, Christian, child of two loving parents, college educated, English speaking, able-bodied, neurotypical, male so that I can learn to love better when this world is indeed broken.
To add on to this prayer for next year, I want to remind myself the privilege that I have to even make a tiny difference in someoneâs life. These next 18 months will be challenging as Iâll be in my preclinical years mastering the basic sciences for STEP 1 in March 2019, an exam that will largely impact where I will go for residency training. Â
I pray to further develop my passion of teaching, Khmer, and science to empower others to be healthy. I pray to be less judgemental (Matthew 7:1-2). And to learn to embrace the moments even when Iâm so focused on getting from point A to point B.
I pray I may find a nurturing community where I can be challenged by living with people of different backgrounds/views.
I donât even know where to begin. This time last year, in the hot summer heat of DC, I was introduced to a group of students who share the same struggles I have, some with even had even bigger struggles they overcame. We supported each other through some rough times, and Iâm thankful for the people here (plus Sanj, Wendy, and Dean Taylor not pictured). Hereâs to the next 4 years as we strive for our M.D. and strive to be physicians for the communities that have given so much to us.Â
I pray for us to love ourselves and focus on whatâs important while weâre in school and not get caught up in what others may think about how âdifferentâ we may be from the medical school class.
I pray against the stereotype threat, that any insecurities about being a Cambodian-American, not living up to the âmodel minorityâ myth can be resolved by the fact I DO BELONG here and CAN SUCCEED.
Me at the board, actively recalling glomerular filtration rate, a measure of renal function. I still remember the times I was called to the board, I would be asked question after question testing my knowledge. I remember being anxious at first, but as the year went on, I grew to appreciate the questioning. If I fail everyday in answering some question, thatâs another opportunity to get the question correct on the exam.Â
Thereâs no magic sauce to this, or superiority complex to adopt. To succeed in medical school, I need to put in the time and effort. And Iâm thankful for the GEMS program for allowing me to demonstrate that. I pray that I wonât forget this. I pray to have a heart of learning, where I listen with humility and speak with confidence.
I pray that my relationships with my family and friends back home will continue to grow, that there is a spiritual covering over my family especially in the responsibilities I have to let go.
What was supposed to be âpneumoniaâ with an infiltrate in January 2017 turned out to be a mass. If the urgent care physician didnât mention that this âcould be somethingâ then, I donât know if my momâs lung cancer would have been caught in time. A repeat chest x-ray in March revealed that it was not pneumonia and could be a mass. A CT scan, biopsy, and lung resection later, I praise God for my older sister and her fiance for taking the mental load of fighting for my mother while I was in DC in this time preoccupied with school. What this whole ordeal is teaching me is the fact that I canât be superman. I have to rely on others for help, and that I have to fight for what is right.
I pray for strength in my mother as she goes in for more treatment. Â I pray that my family can coordinate what is more effective for my momâs treatment. I pray that her anxiety about this can be eased, that there is nothing that she canât overcome as a Khmer Rouge survivor who has been through so much already.
I pray that I will be able to enter Georgetown Medicine fall 2017 prepared.
And lastly but not least:
I pray for Christ to continue being present in my familyâs life. I come up short trying to emulate His Grace and Love, but I pray that He heals our brokenness and my momâs cancer.Â