Contributing Writer
Herbert Wertheim College of Medicine, Florida International University
Mona is a medical student at the Herbert Wertheim College of Medicine, Florida International University in Miami, FL class of 2025. She graduated from University of California, San Diego with a Bachelor of Science in biochemistry and cell biology with summa cum laude latin honors in 2020 and a Master of Science in biology in 2021. She has been inducted into Phi Beta Kappa, the Gold Humanism Honor Society, and Sigma Xi, The Scientific Research Honor Society. She enjoys working out, cooking, and spending time with friends and family in her free time. After graduating medical school, Mona would like to pursue a career in diagnostic radiology.
During my Family Medicine clerkship in medical school, I worked with a free mobile primary care clinic dedicated to serving uninsured patients. Parked outside a church in a large city, the clinic was a large blue bus standing in stark contrast to the gray asphalt parking lot around it. It was often surrounded by families and people of all ages. The same parking lot hosted a food bank every other week, too. Here was a …
“How’d you land in medical school?” Whenever someone asks me this, a family of frogs almost always immediately hatches in my throat. My long-winded journey itself doesn’t jerk tears, but the question always reminds me of the day I applied. The same word, like clockwork upon the inquiry, flashes from my heart like it’s a bat signal. “Widowmaker.” Before medical school, my personal experiences with the health care system were mostly tied to those of …
I placed the first pill on my tongue, opened my mouth so the nurse could see, closed my mouth, swallowed the pill, and opened my mouth again so the nurse could confirm that I had swallowed it. I had to repeat this for nine more tablets and this drill continued for seven days a week and for seven more months of the treatment.
As we got closer to the ED, the excitement evolved into a feeling of discomfort. It was uncomfortable to feel even briefly excited by another person’s misfortune. I felt a sense of disequilibrium as I realized I had strayed from the delicate balance medical students and physicians continually try to find.
The once-sterile hospital room had become a sacred space, where the raw emotions of love and loss hung in the air. The young daughter, vibrant in her essence but tethered to life support, teetered on the precipice between existence and the inevitable.
We are given tools to imitate their behavior, in hopes that we ourselves will one day embody that behavior. Mechanical checkboxes on the standardized exam with standardized patients. Cannot forget a single step. But life is not standardized, is it?
Skepticism of health care is widespread throughout some of these communities — rightly so due to historical mistreatment, discrimination and lack of representation along with cultural differences. This distrust may be further strengthened by a patient’s own personal experiences. I respected this wariness, but I had yet to witness it firsthand.
…what remains is the removal of the layered white shroud: the only barrier standing between two humans — one dead and the other alive.
As a person still learning to manage grief, I have to remind myself that perfection doesn’t exist in our loved ones either. We are all imperfect beings, but the best we can do is try, believe in ourselves and tell some stupid jokes along the way.
Growing up, I wanted to be an actress. It amazed me how actors could make a story seem so real and how easily I would fall in love with characters I’d known for only 90 minutes. Most of the kids in my neighborhood would play outside together, but I always wanted to stay home and watch my favorite movie, Shutter Island.
I realized that in my approach, she saw echoes of her abuser and an imbalance of power. I made sure to sit down in the chair next to her, eye level, to show her I was here to listen. No longer did I need my stethoscope. I had my most powerful tool of all, my listening skills.
When I followed up our conversation by offering a hug, I felt the full release of her sorrow in our embrace. It was as if recognition of her heartbreak gave her permission to express her devastation and fear in a moment of sudden tragedy.
Contributing Writer
Frank H. Netter M.D. School of Medicine at Quinnipiac University
Carlos is a medical student at the Frank H. Netter M.D. School of Medicine at Quinnipiac University in North Haven, CT, Class of 2024. In 2016, he graduated summa cum laude from Loyola University Maryland with a bachelor of science biochemistry and is a member of the Phi Beta Kappa Honors Society. After graduating medical school, Carlos would like to pursue a career in internal medicine and gastroenterology with a special interest in medical education and clinical research.
