How has medical school been going for me? It's been over 3 months since I started, and now I'm only a month away from finals.
Academically, it's been going pretty well. I probably have a lower MCAT score, a lower undergrad GPA, and less experience overall than a lot (if not most) of my classmates. But it doesn't matter here. We're all starting over again from scratch. My MCAT score and GPA doesn't matter anymore, and it won't matter again for the rest of my life. So I've been performing just as well as, and sometimes better than, the rest of my classmates. I feel pretty confident about my academic performance for the next 2 years. It takes time and effort, but it's doable.
My stress level has generally been pretty low with the exception of a couple breakdowns. I'm just not the type of person to be chronically stressed. Medical school is demanding, but if I keep up with the demand, there's no need for stress. October is infamously known as "Red October" because we have a Biochemistry final, an Anatomy Practical, and 2 "quizzes." I put quizzes in quotation marks because they are 30-50 questions in length. So after the Biochemistry final, I had one week to study 3 weeks worth of material for the next quiz. That week was the most stressed I've been in medical school, and it's because I didn't keep up with the material. It's not like I slacked, it's because I was studying for the other exams preceding that quiz. I took that quiz last week and did really well, and now I can't even remember the actual stress I felt. I remember the fact that I was stressed, but I don't really remember how it felt to be stressed.
Clinically, I've gained some strides. I've successfully drawn blood 4 times now and have been unsuccessful once. That unsuccessful blood draw did take a minor toll on me, but a successful PAP Smear later that day helped me get over it. I've also done a digital rectal exam and breast exam. Since academics aren't what worries me, it's the clinical stuff. Because this is the stuff that really matters. I've decided to apply to become a co-director at Paul Hom Asian Clinic, and I'm excited to challenge myself and to learn so much. But I'm a little nervous about the responsibility. I'm proud that I'm not letting my nerves hold me back. I can't be afraid anymore. I'm going to be a fucking doctor.
There's not much else to say, even though there's so much I could write about. I'll try to update more often with various anecdotes and experiences in medical school. My life is really exciting, and I'm in a place in my life where I feel so blessed and appreciative of everything. I'm working towards a definite goal and it feels great.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
I wanted to sleepover at my cousin’s house. If I could avoid sleeping at my grandma’s house, I wanted to. I wanted to avoid the space I remember her most. And I wanted to avoid the emptiness she left behind. But my mom told me that she didn’t want to bother my sick aunt, so we’re sleeping at grandma’s. I didn’t resist it, I accepted it maturely. David lived in his grandpa’s former room and his house for years, I knew it would be doable.
And it was. Just being in the house I know so well and with family I know so well but haven’t seen since her passing was so…nice. I forgot how much I enjoyed just being in my family’s presence, just hanging out. I haven’t enjoyed that in awhile. Her hospital bed was still in her and Helen’s bedroom. But the empty bed didn’t make me sad; I felt okay. In the living room, they had her picture in a frame with incense. Boy, did reality sink in for me. That picture was all that I had left to always remember her face. That picture will be with us for the rest of our lives, but grandma won’t be anymore. She’s an ancestor now, and we’re praying to her now.
The next morning, the first day of the funeral, David and I woke up to loud conversations in the living room, which sounded to David like arguing. But it was definitely not arguing, it’s just the way my family converses. That morning was pretty stressful: running errands in a time crunch, having to take my dad to his mistress’ house because he forgot his fucking shoes, finding out my dad physically threatened my mom because she wanted to cut him off of car insurance. David could tell you I went crazy, probably crazier than he’s ever seen me. But whatever, it was finally time for the funeral and everyone just shut up.
Even considering the circumstances, it was still so nice spending time with family. I only see certain cousins a few times a year and I had fun hanging out with them for 2 days. Even at a funeral, several of them congratulated me about my acceptance to medical school.
Overall, the funeral consisted of a Taoist ceremony and a Buddhist ceremony. The Taoist ceremony was free and over a dozen members of the Lord of the Universe Church came to participate. According to my dad, there would have been twice as much if my youngest uncle didn’t have beef with the church. The Buddhist ceremony cost $1200 and we paid for police escort to Rose Hills. My family dropped at least $12,000 on the whole affair. Nothing but the best for her.
Unfortunately, it’s October 4, 2010 as I write this and her funeral was on August 13th and 14th. I will try to remember as best I can.
Both the Taoist and Buddhist chanting lasted extensive amounts of time. But the Buddhist chanting consisted of the immediate family kneeling during most of it. It was strenuous; there was one section of chanting that lasted at least 30 minutes straight. Most of us ended up off our knees after a few minutes. But my oldest uncle (bak fu), stayed erect on his knees the whole time. Then the monks led us in a walk around the funeral hall where we walked pass the open casket for the first time. That was tough; many of the cousins cried, especially Helen. We walked around it a second time right after, and it was significantly less difficult. I think they do twice on purpose, to help you come to terms. Though the chanting was exhaustive, the tone, the rhythm, the continuity was entrancing. The deep tones penetrated me and it allowed for self-reflection, to be alone with my thoughts and memories of her.
It was a 2-day funeral, so before we left on the first day, the funeral director had us tell her, “grandma, we’re leaving early now, but we’ll be back early tomorrow morning to see you.”
On the second day, we burnt the paper. Even though in college I was taught that Buddhism believed in reincarnation, my family obviously doesn’t. I guess you can call it “heaven.” But we burnt lots of paper money, I’d say at least $1000. And the following paper products: 2-story house complete with fridge, fan, chairs and balcony, Mercedes with a chauffer (perfect because my grandma never drove), 2 servants, gold and silver mountains (so she can have a view of everything), a bridge (so she can go anywhere), and lastly a very beautifully decorated box that contained whatever our imagine wanted to (e.g., credit cards).
Stacy gave a wonderful speech, which was the only portion of the funeral I understood. Everything was in Mandarin of course. She talked about how the one thing grandma wished was to be able to give money to all her grandchildren. That made me sob.
The funeral procession was cool, worth the $400 or so. Our heads were lowered as the casket went into the ground. Then we all put flowers over her casket. That’s when I saw Raymond cry for the first time. And Pam was so compassionate to everyone. I had to jet out of there with the rest of the elders because big aunt freaked out and thought I needed to drive her when I really didn’t. So I missed what happened next at Rose Hills, but I got to go the temple with the elders where my grandma’s name will be posted forever.
Overall, it was a wonderful experience. It was interesting and elaborate. As superficial as it sounds, I’m happy that so much money was spent on her. Not just by my family, but friends bought huge flower displays that cost at least $100-200. I loved feeling close to Buddhism again, and of course just bonding with family. As little as I see them or talk to them, family bonds are amazing. I thought the timing of everything would make grieving hard as I started medical school and anatomy lab. But I think the timing was perfect for me. It was easier for me that she passed away after I left for medical school, it was easier for me to deal with death in general with my grandma’s passing and anatomy lab. I really have this new understanding and acceptance of death. Death makes life worth living.
And it was. Just being in the house I know so well and with family I know so well but haven’t seen since her passing was so…nice. I forgot how much I enjoyed just being in my family’s presence, just hanging out. I haven’t enjoyed that in awhile. Her hospital bed was still in her and Helen’s bedroom. But the empty bed didn’t make me sad; I felt okay. In the living room, they had her picture in a frame with incense. Boy, did reality sink in for me. That picture was all that I had left to always remember her face. That picture will be with us for the rest of our lives, but grandma won’t be anymore. She’s an ancestor now, and we’re praying to her now.
The next morning, the first day of the funeral, David and I woke up to loud conversations in the living room, which sounded to David like arguing. But it was definitely not arguing, it’s just the way my family converses. That morning was pretty stressful: running errands in a time crunch, having to take my dad to his mistress’ house because he forgot his fucking shoes, finding out my dad physically threatened my mom because she wanted to cut him off of car insurance. David could tell you I went crazy, probably crazier than he’s ever seen me. But whatever, it was finally time for the funeral and everyone just shut up.
Even considering the circumstances, it was still so nice spending time with family. I only see certain cousins a few times a year and I had fun hanging out with them for 2 days. Even at a funeral, several of them congratulated me about my acceptance to medical school.
Overall, the funeral consisted of a Taoist ceremony and a Buddhist ceremony. The Taoist ceremony was free and over a dozen members of the Lord of the Universe Church came to participate. According to my dad, there would have been twice as much if my youngest uncle didn’t have beef with the church. The Buddhist ceremony cost $1200 and we paid for police escort to Rose Hills. My family dropped at least $12,000 on the whole affair. Nothing but the best for her.
Unfortunately, it’s October 4, 2010 as I write this and her funeral was on August 13th and 14th. I will try to remember as best I can.
Both the Taoist and Buddhist chanting lasted extensive amounts of time. But the Buddhist chanting consisted of the immediate family kneeling during most of it. It was strenuous; there was one section of chanting that lasted at least 30 minutes straight. Most of us ended up off our knees after a few minutes. But my oldest uncle (bak fu), stayed erect on his knees the whole time. Then the monks led us in a walk around the funeral hall where we walked pass the open casket for the first time. That was tough; many of the cousins cried, especially Helen. We walked around it a second time right after, and it was significantly less difficult. I think they do twice on purpose, to help you come to terms. Though the chanting was exhaustive, the tone, the rhythm, the continuity was entrancing. The deep tones penetrated me and it allowed for self-reflection, to be alone with my thoughts and memories of her.
It was a 2-day funeral, so before we left on the first day, the funeral director had us tell her, “grandma, we’re leaving early now, but we’ll be back early tomorrow morning to see you.”
On the second day, we burnt the paper. Even though in college I was taught that Buddhism believed in reincarnation, my family obviously doesn’t. I guess you can call it “heaven.” But we burnt lots of paper money, I’d say at least $1000. And the following paper products: 2-story house complete with fridge, fan, chairs and balcony, Mercedes with a chauffer (perfect because my grandma never drove), 2 servants, gold and silver mountains (so she can have a view of everything), a bridge (so she can go anywhere), and lastly a very beautifully decorated box that contained whatever our imagine wanted to (e.g., credit cards).
Stacy gave a wonderful speech, which was the only portion of the funeral I understood. Everything was in Mandarin of course. She talked about how the one thing grandma wished was to be able to give money to all her grandchildren. That made me sob.
The funeral procession was cool, worth the $400 or so. Our heads were lowered as the casket went into the ground. Then we all put flowers over her casket. That’s when I saw Raymond cry for the first time. And Pam was so compassionate to everyone. I had to jet out of there with the rest of the elders because big aunt freaked out and thought I needed to drive her when I really didn’t. So I missed what happened next at Rose Hills, but I got to go the temple with the elders where my grandma’s name will be posted forever.
Overall, it was a wonderful experience. It was interesting and elaborate. As superficial as it sounds, I’m happy that so much money was spent on her. Not just by my family, but friends bought huge flower displays that cost at least $100-200. I loved feeling close to Buddhism again, and of course just bonding with family. As little as I see them or talk to them, family bonds are amazing. I thought the timing of everything would make grieving hard as I started medical school and anatomy lab. But I think the timing was perfect for me. It was easier for me that she passed away after I left for medical school, it was easier for me to deal with death in general with my grandma’s passing and anatomy lab. I really have this new understanding and acceptance of death. Death makes life worth living.
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