{"id":694,"date":"2015-03-19T08:45:09","date_gmt":"2015-03-19T12:45:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.themspress.org\/blog\/?p=694"},"modified":"2015-03-06T11:01:49","modified_gmt":"2015-03-06T15:01:49","slug":"for-med17-thank-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themspress.org\/blog\/for-med17-thank-you\/","title":{"rendered":"For Med17: Thank you."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I find a glimmer of light.<br \/>\nIt is the shape of a keyhole<br \/>\nand wavers. I crawl<br \/>\nblindly in a sudden desperate desire<br \/>\nto find the lock<br \/>\nand the source of light that is behind it.<br \/>\nThe keys in my pocket jangle.<\/p>\n<p>When I am in the hospital I am a stranger<br \/>\namongst other strangers. Only<br \/>\nbecause I am wearing a white coat<br \/>\nI am supposed to know where<br \/>\nto go. The hallways bustle with white noise.<br \/>\nI hug myself and move quickly so no one<br \/>\ncan see me shaking.<\/p>\n<p>There are several keys in my pocket.<br \/>\nKeys made to open to secure<br \/>\nto keep safe to rescue.<br \/>\nKeys that are purposeful and always always<br \/>\ncome with a lock. But there<br \/>\none key is still being formed<br \/>\nis new and raw<br \/>\nis lockless.<\/p>\n<p>The streets are full of ice<br \/>\nand wherever I step<br \/>\nthe dark glimmer cracks.<br \/>\nI feel that if I am not careful<br \/>\nI may miscalculate a step and then<br \/>\nthe crystal surface of my confidence<br \/>\nhair-thin<br \/>\nwill collapse, will bring me ankle-deep<br \/>\nin barely frozen water rushing unintuitively upwards<br \/>\nrising into my socks past my white coat<br \/>\nsoaking my barely used scrubs<br \/>\nice-water surging towards my knees<br \/>\nfemur gasping in its acetabulum<br \/>\nthoracic spine shaking<br \/>\nlike a suffocating fish.<br \/>\nI am drowning in the thought that<br \/>\nI am not enough.<br \/>\nThe snowbanks drip in the sunlight<br \/>\nand sparkle.<\/p>\n<p>I sit amidst all my past and present identities<br \/>\nand begin to make out a new one ahead.<br \/>\nIt is mirrored in the M4s: knowledgeable mature<br \/>\nscruffy in a responsible doctor-like way.<br \/>\nWill I too become like them?<br \/>\nI am not afraid of how I might change but rather<br \/>\nwhat I will lose after a year in the hospital.<br \/>\nThe lock to my growing key remains unknown.<br \/>\nAnd yet, I sense its existence\u2014<br \/>\na path of light filtering through the darkness<br \/>\ntowards me\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u2026and you too. Your light<br \/>\nyour key<br \/>\nyour lock<br \/>\nour journey.<\/p>\n<p>Med17: thank you<br \/>\nfor the past two years<br \/>\nand for the years to come.<br \/>\nI have my key in one hand<br \/>\nand your hands in the other<br \/>\nas we search for our hidden locks together. We walk<br \/>\nand look and celebrate when one of us finds a lock that fits<br \/>\nthat opens up a bright new world of excitement.<br \/>\nWhere will you be?<br \/>\nWhere will I? Only time and walking and sharing together will tell.<br \/>\nAnd the doors one day will open<br \/>\nleading to new rooms and new doors<br \/>\nand our keys will jangle<br \/>\nlike the sound of clapping hands<br \/>\nlike the sound of many smiles<br \/>\nbreaking ice.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Featured image courtesy of Stephanie Wang Zuo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I find a glimmer of light. It is the shape of a keyhole and wavers. I crawl blindly in a sudden desperate desire to find the lock and the source of light that is behind it. The keys in my pocket jangle. When I am in the hospital I am a stranger amongst other strangers. 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