Saturday, February 18, 2017

Moments When Google Analytics = Ostrich Chased By Cheetah

Well, hello there, Mayo!

And with that, my heart dropped.

Quickly scanning all my posts while simultaneously remembering, I don't do controversy, and while the blog is very personal, it was started to give other non-trads a place where they could read, pick up some tips/tricks, and see that if the medical school path is for them, nothing is insurmountable.  Not everyone gets onto, or through, this path unscathed and without some deep soul searching.

Still, it was Mayo.  My #1 choice school. Family. Friends. Home.

As a little girl growing up in Rochester (and Duluth), Mayo was my 2nd home.  My great aunt worked there for ... the namesake of the facility.  I still have her leather kit with the name emblazoned on it.  Her name, my family's name, is in the museum.

And there was on the Google Analytics dashboard.

Because of that, it prompted me to remind all other premeds to be very careful with what you write, how you frame things, and where you post.

That fun trip to Cabo with 6 co-eds was a blast but I'm not sure the medical schools need to see you drinking out of a beer bong or playing beer pong.

This past election was full of ways to blow up Twitter, FB, Insta, etc. with your personal views on everything but of that, I'm positive no one needs to see that, or know.

I'm okay with whatever pages Mayo read here.  The stories are real, deeply personal and continue to provide the insight into what drives me on this path at the age of 52.  If that causes a med school to reject me, I'm okay with that.  Another school will accept me (I hope).

However, I'd be lying if I didn't post what went through my head when I saw Mayo:

Monday, February 13, 2017

Mentors, Cheerleaders, And Path Finders

This is it.


I've said that before, I've said that I would, I could, I should.  I tried, and quit. I tried again, and voided.  I tried and ...

On April 28th, I will take the MCAT for real, for good and be done.  Whatever my score is, I will accept.

Going to give it all I have, let the pieces fall where they may.

But I am going to give it all I have.  I tell that to my hockey team all the time.  Just give me 100% and I'll be happy with whatever happens. (It's a professional hockey team that likely cares about my non-trad, premed life or the stupid signs I hold at games - but I still tell them in tweets and posts, give me your best!)

Funny how saying that feels when hoisted upon my shoulders, in my life, with MY career at stake.

June 6, AMCAS opens for applications.  This year, I will have my score.  This year only LORs will be required.  This year, it will be fire and forget.  This year, I will complete an entire cycle and if rejected by every school, will accept the outcome.

Mentors guide a premed on the do's/don'ts and OMG - PLEASE delete that :) (Hi Itsa!)

Cheerleaders help you remember to smile and have fun, relax and that you can do this! (Hi Cousin! Hi Steph!)

Path Finders - these are the folks who blazed the trail before me.  The 57 year old PGY-3, the 56 year old MS-2, the 53 year old MS-1... my path finders, my trail blazers; the women I aspire to be like.

But until 4/28, (love Heath Ledger!)

Thursday, February 2, 2017

You Know

Who I am.

Night after night, I stand at the ice, holding some sign.  Some funny, some just simply state:

"I Believe" ...

I do. Really, I do, guys.

Almost 30 years ago - yes some of you weren't born yet - 30 years ago, I buried my first son.  He was 6 months old, a SIDS baby... I buried him with a University of Minnesota Duluth Bulldogs hockey stick signed by Hully, Watson, Kurvers, Sprenger, Mason x 2, and a few others.  My son was the son of the 'Dogs... my roommates married those guys (or some of them) and helped me get the stick signed. I've always been a "hockey mom" :)

Ya'll are like sons to me though we may never meet in person.  I feel like the Bolts Mom, cheering you on as if... he'd lived.

So, I continue to believe in you.  I continue to stand in the stands and cheer, and wave my thunder clapper, and hold dumb signs.

I continue to believe in you because...

1. you're really, really good men ON the ice and more so, OFF the ice... you're men I'd believe were good people no matter what; you're men who, I'd have hoped my son would be like had he lived... strong, fierce, honest

2.  you're really beaten up; no one in their right mind thinks it is okay to come back from adversity time after time after time after time at the highest levels of a very competitive sport with refs (let's face it, O'Hell should be fired and fined)... but you guys do.  It's one thing to come back once or even twice.  But 3x or 4x or 5x?  My blog is filled with the adversity I've struggled with to become a doc, in the hidden alcoves of my home. Can't imagine having to do so in the press and the (bandwagon) fan pages of Tampa.

3.  you're really great fathers, husbands, boyfriends, teammates, and friends - no doubt those who really know you see that as well.  I do.. from the 5th row in 117, each and every home game.

And hopefully, on Feb 10th, I'll see you in MY hometown, St. Paul to cheer the guys I believe in, at my home arena, in front of my friends who own the team, in my white / blue Bolt emboldened jersey (with Boyle on the back of course) sitting behind MY Bolt's bench...

Because I really do believe in you guys.  And as a mom, I'm so stinking proud of you for enduring this horrific, injury laden season.

You go be the Bolts, I'll hopefully get to be your Thunder in Minnesota...

I'll drive 1600 miles cuz