I have come to realize that the journey to becoming a doctor is a long one, fraught with many perils, but it is also filled with many benchmarks of achievement for those who make it (I don’t think anyone would argue with the significance of their achievement or that is it worthy of being celebrated, especially after they have spent so many long, tedious hours poring over material that most of us would probably not find very compelling). One of these great benchmarks is the White Coat Ceremony. A time when pre-med students become medical students – when they know by virtue of the fact that well respected professionals of the kind they one day hope to become – give them recognition, respect, and of course responsibility by placing a article of clothing on their backs that distinguishes them to us all -the white coat, the mark of a healer.
I know he has 4 more years of medical school to get through and from there we will go onto residency and fellowships. There is certainly more to come. But it was so nice to be able to stop and celebrate how far he has come. I know he is going to make a great doctor one day. He is already doing very well in his classes. He comes home talking about how different muscles and nerves work everyday.
Drew’s mom came down for the ceremony. It was the first time she got to see our new apartment and hometown in person. I could tell she was very proud of him, and I was so happy she was able to come.
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