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Married to Medicine


I dreamed of you when I was young
Open wide, stick out your tongue
A degree instead of a strong, young man
A future with stethoscopes was my plan

I dreamed of being married to medicine

When I met you during college classes
The commitment breaking all impasses
A subject to learn instead of a lover
It was over applications that I would hover

I planned to be married to medicine

I remember when you proposed to me
No gentleman got down on bended knee
A letter instead of an engagement ring
Acceptance into medical school was inspiring

I was ready to be married to medicine

On the special day, I wore white
I walked down the aisle filled with delight
A coat instead of a wedding dress
My badge of honor worn to impress

I would soon be married to medicine

In excitement, the promises were said
In calm serenity, I bowed my head
An oath to empathy instead of vow
I promised to heal both then and now

I was getting married to medicine

The reception was a sight to see
I felt all eyes had turned towards me
A medical student instead of a bride
My new, white coat displayed my pride

I was overjoyed to be married to medicine

The honeymoon was over too soon
You no longer made me swoon
Lecture and labs instead of calm, blue waves
With powerpoints and books in my study caves

I tolerated being married to medicine

The love waxed and waned over time
Regardless, I maintained the climb
Tears of exhaustion instead of passionate fight
Epinephrine preparing me solely for flight

The reality was that I was married to medicine

Because you required my time for full retention
My family and friends received no attention
Lonely nights of studying instead of memories made
My close relationships began to fade.

Sacrifices are necessary to be married to medicine.

Our fourth anniversary will soon be here
When that day comes, I’ll be full of cheer
A doctoral degree instead of cake sliced by knife
Committed to improving quality of life

I will always be married to medicine

But when I am old and gray
My body preparing to pass away
Myself a patient instead of a doctor
No life other than mine will I proctor

Till I die, I will remain married to medicine


Poetry Thursdays is a weekly newsletter that highlights poems by medical students and physicians. This initiative is led by Slavena Salve Nissan at Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai. If you are interested in contributing, please contact Slavena.


Lydia Boyette (4 Posts)

Managing Editor

Campbell University School of Osteopathic Medicine


Lydia Boyette is a fourth year medical student, and she is excited to be a co-managing editor for in-Training Magazine. Throughout medical school, Lydia has written stories about her experiences learning clinical skills. As an aspiring anesthesiologist, she has sought opportunities to study physiology. PubMed and StatPearls recently published two of her essays on the physiology of myocardial oxygen demand and pulmonary circulation.

Lydia has spent a significant amount of time working for community health centers in rural areas. She serves as a student physician ambassador for her school and previously held the position of editor-in-chief for the local community health clinic newsletter.

In 2015, she graduated magna cum laude a bachelor of business administration in healthcare management and a minor in general science. She also served as an English composition tutor and editor. While completing her undergraduate degree, Lydia was inducted into several honor societies including Phi Kappa Phi, Delta Mu Delta, Pre-Med Allied Health, and Who's Who of the Class of 2015.

**Disclaimer: Any opinions stated in any document published by this author are those of solely the author and are in no way reflective of the opinions or beliefs of the author's academic institution or any other governing body.**