Being a medical student can be stressful and there have been many times where I've complained about time constraints and the burden of the sheer bulk of material we have to cover, but then I think again, and it's thanks to God placing me to read medicine in Monash Uni that I've come to know these precious people, not just superficially as acquaintances, but really just on that deeper level, extending the boundaries to encroach on true sisterhood/sibling-hood in Christ.
Looking back at the past 4 years, the journey has been enjoyable and when I compare myself now with how I was back then when I was a first year medical student, the difference is remarkable. I did not dare say a prayer out loud then, even giving thanks was a struggle, but I praise Him for helping me overcome that fear. Even in my studies, He has been faithful and I just realised how far He has guided me when I was talking to one of the juniors on the subject of taking histories and what questions to ask. Also for the people who have been with me since pre-university, or even just upon arrival in Melbourne but whom I am able to share with even if we're not in the same church, I am blessed. Family-wise as well, that everything has run smoothly so far, with Mummy and Papa just a phone call away when the going gets tough, and Che-che and Fiona to talk shop, catch up on what's happening or even to just recommend the occasional drama to one another, and Coach and Sheldon for advice whenever this Luddite needs something technologically advanced.
And for that 2 best friends of mine, with whom I immediately let my real self be known, thank you for being a pillar of strength and just really being there to be as deep or as superficial as time dictates. =D
This may be long and maudlin but I'd like to have it on record here so that when the Christina of the future decides to read this blog, she'll know that on 29/04/11, this is what was running through her mind. In black and white. =D
