Sunday, November 4, 2012

Some Much Needed Advice



     Well, this is the year I have been looking forward to for a LONG time.  My final year of pharmacy school.  The year without ANY tests (aside from licensing exams, of course), or classwork.  The year where I finally get to apply everything I’ve crammed in my head in the previous three years.  And, with this much anticipated year of pharmacy school, has come some hard decisions--- mainly revolving around my future, and what I’d like to do with it.
     The big question that I’ve been thinking (more like obsessing) about has been whether or not to pursue a residency.  Essentially, a residency is an additional 1-2 years of training post-pharmacy school.  Residency does provide more education, and opens more doors career wise (residency is a MUST to teach on the pharmacy school level, and also is becoming a requirement for clinical pharmacist jobs), but would require me to leave the state and take an initial pay cut (Residents typically make only 1/3 of what pharmacists make).   
     So, this has been my big debate.  I have been offered a job (the contract is being written up as we speak) with a retail chain.  This job wouldn’t be my ideal job as it would be in retail, but the pay is extremely cozy, and due to the saturated pharmacist job market in Utah--- it is comforting to know a job awaits me after graduation (especially when considering my student debt).    But, slaving away at a retail chain is not how I envisioned my future.
     I always imaged myself working more directly with patients.    I had a rotation this past summer in a senior clinic and spent anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour with each geriatric patient.  I fell in love with working with these patients, and I loved all of the stories and personalities I got to know. (And though my preceptor was at times hard, and the work demanding--- I did cry when the rotation ended, because this was the ideal setting for me and I felt like I was leaving home).   But, if I want a job like this I would need to complete a residency (and everything that goes with it--- the application process: letters of rec, letters of intent, interviews across the country; a move to a new place, and working crazy long hours for crazy poor pay).
     As I was discussing my dilemma with my mom (whether or not to walk away from a guaranteed job with great pay) to pursue getting (that’s right, the residency application process is tough, and there’s no guarantee I’ll get one--- even if I apply) a residency, she gave me some very wise advice. 
     She asked me to think about why I didn’t want to do residency.  My answer boiled down to fear.  Fear that I would spend all of this time, stress, and money interviewing with various programs across the country only to find out I wasn’t good enough to get in.  Fear that I’ll walk away from a job now, only to find that there’s not another one later down the road.  Fear that I’ll never be able to pay back my student loans. Fear that I’ll move to a place where there aren’t many people to socialize with and I’ll spend my entire life alone.  My big motivation in this decision was fear.  My mom then simply stated, “If your answer for doing anything is fear and fear alone, your decision is wrong.” 
     My mom typically isn’t so direct, she’s usually all about, “the decision is yours, you’ll just know what you’re supposed to do” kinda answer---so I was quite surprised by her direct, much needed advice.  I don’t want to look back over my life and see that every choice I made was simply the easiest or most convenient.  I don’t want every turn on my journey of life to be simply because it was ‘less scary’.  That’s not what life is all about.
    So, I’m gonna do this.  I’m gonna go for residency.  I’ll be applying to residency programs specializing in what’s known as ambulatory pharmacy (basically it’s pharmacy in the clinic setting) all over the country.  Yes, it’s going to be crazy.  Yes, it’s get expensive.  And yes, I’ll probably put on a few pounds from the excessive amount of chocolate I’ll be eating to get through.  But, I don’t want to ever look back over my life with regret.  So, thanks for your advice mom.  Your little girl is going to push her fear aside, and dream big!

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Sunday Will Come


Growing up, I loved snuggling next to my mom and hearing bedtime stories.   Stories about pigs building houses out of sticks only to have them blown down by a big bad wolf; or about a beautiful damsel in distress being rescued by a handsome prince and living happily ever after.  Of all the stories I was told, one sticks out as the greatest.  This story is wonderful for many reasons but one of the reasons it’s the greatest, is because it isn’t a made-up fairy tale; but a true story of a man named Jesus Christ who walked this earth.
     During his life, Christ did many, many amazing things.  He cured disease, He loved unconditionally, and ultimately He atoned for all of our sins and for all the injustices in the world, so that we could one day return to our Heavenly Father.  Because of Him, the outcast were cured of leprosy, the blind received sight, and the lame were able to walk.   Because of Him, many people; children, the elderly, the sinner, poor; felt loved and valued.  He cared for each person on a very individual level, loved unconditionally, and taught us to do the same.  And because of Him, and His glorious atonement, everyone has the opportunity to be cleansed of their sins and have the promise that regardless of what they face in this life, they will never be alone; for Christ truly experienced all of the pain and sorrow that any of us will ever go through.
    Although Christ lived a perfect life, not everyone recognized His divinity.  Men, fearing His power, and angry at His claims of being the Son of God, sought to take away His life and had Him crucified.    I have often pondered how dreadful the day of His crucifixion must have been.  As Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin described, “On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth. Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day those men stood triumphant. On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain. Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross. 
    On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies. On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled. It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God. I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.”
     Just as Christ’s disciples faced a time of doubt, fear, sadness, and despair we too, at times, will experience these emotions.  As Elder Wirthlin explained, “Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.”  But even in those times of grief and fear, we can take comfort in knowing that because of Christ’s atonement, we are not alone in our trials.    As Alma 7:11-12 teach, “And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.  And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.”  Because of Christ’s infinite atonement, He knows exactly what we are experiencing and He knows best how to help us, and He will help us in these trying Fridays.
     This past summer, I experienced my own Friday of sorts.  Because of my school program, I was required to move to a small town in northern Utah, to complete a rural clinical rotation.  I had moved into a complex where I knew no one, and unfortunately it was a bad environment where no one talked or socialized with one another.  In the months leading up to my moving to this town, I had been sick and so just before I moved, I had finally gone to a physician. Being the naive and at times over confident student that I am, I had self-diagnosed my problem as non-threatening and so I was shocked when at my appointment a large tumor was discovered.  So, at the time that I had moved away to this lonely place, I was awaiting biopsy results to learn if the mass that had been growing within me was cancerous. 
     During this time, a relationship that I loved and cherished also began to end and as a result I felt even more lonely.
     For days, I assured all of my friends and family back in Salt Lake that I was happy, and that life was just fabulous. No one knew about my failing relationship, how lonely I felt, and very few people knew I was awaiting the results of a biopsy.   But each night, after another long day of rotations, tears would stream down my face as I cried in prayer to my Heavenly Father pleading for comfort during my time of fear and asking that I would feel less alone.  I remember one particularly bad night where I was afraid of what my future held and filled with a deep sense of loneliness.  As I prayed, I distinctly remember saying, “Heavenly Father, I feel so alone and so afraid, I don’t know how I can go on.  If you could just send someone to me in my day tomorrow, I know I’ll be okay.” 
     The next day, while I was on rotation, a friend of mine from Salt Lake, decided to take the day off of work and drove up to see me and spend the evening with me.  This friend had no idea of what I was currently experiencing, and I know she was sent to me in my time of need.  When this unexpected friend suddenly appeared, I knew that Heavenly Father was aware of me, and that Christ really did know exactly what I was feeling and knew exactly what I needed and sent someone to fulfill that need.  In our Fridays of despair, Christ really is standing by our side and will help us.
    
      If Christ’s story had ended that Friday on the cross, there would be no reason for us to be here today.  But, that Friday didn’t last forever.  As Elder Wirthlin explained, “The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind. And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.”  Christ’s resurrection teaches us that there is always a reason for hope. 
     Because of Christ’s resurrection, we too can have hope that even death will not conquer us.  For the day will come, when our spirits will once again be reunited with our perfected bodies.  Can you imagine that?  The day will come when we will not experience pain or sickness.  The day will come when loved ones who we have lost to illness or injury will come back in a state much greater than the state they left in.  What a beautiful promise.
   But, Christ’s resurrection has an even deeper meaning than conquering death.  Christ’s resurrection brought an end to the tears, distress, and grief of Mary and his apostles; and gives us hope that one day there will be an end to all of our tears, distress, and grief.   The resurrection of Christ teaches us that all of Heavenly Father’s promises will be fulfilled.  Regardless of what heartaches, trials, and pains we may experience in this life… the time will come when all of Heavenly Father’s promises will be fulfilled and everything will be made right.  The message that Christ’s resurrection gives to each of us is a message of hope, there is no reason for us to fear.  Christ has the power to make all things right, and He will.  After the terrible Friday, comes the glorious Sunday.
     I testify that Christ did rise up on the third day, and that His resurrection is not a fable.  He is living today, and because of His resurrection, there is a reason for all of us to have hope in all things.  Regardless of how terrible the Fridays we experience will be, whether they are physical, mental, emotional or even spiritual, eventually, Sunday will come and Christ will make everything right.   

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Conquered


This past week I conquered something I have been dreading for almost 3 years… my P3 seminar.  Basically I had to pick a pharmacy-related controversy, spend hours (literally hundreds of hours) researching the topic and studies relating to the controversy and then present my findings in an hour long presentation to the students and faculty of the pharmacy school. 

I’m not a fan of public speaking, but to make matters worse the professor over my seminar section is the most intense professor of the entire college.  For the past several months, I have watched him, week after week; tear apart other pharmacy students’ seminars.  He criticizes the lighting they selected for the room, the layout of their slides, the pace of their presentation, how many times a student said ‘they’ instead of the author’s name, the filler words they used,  and on, and on, and on.  My fear of public speaking combined with the intensity of my professor just about sent me over the edge.

But, I’m happy to report that I survived my seminar (without ever passing out, vomiting, or breaking down into tears) and actually ended up doing pretty well.  I knew things were a success, when at the end of my presentation, the overly critical professor stood up and said, “Well wasn’t that the most delightful seminar” and then proceeded to compliment my presentation.  Wow!  

Looking at my whole seminar experience I am so grateful for sooo many people who helped and supported me through the whole ordeal.  A special thanks goes to:

  • ·         My close friends and family who literally prayed for me and my seminar performance every day for a week leading up to the actual presentation.
  • ·         My awesome Compassionate Service committee who have been doing the brunt of the work because I’ve been so swamped with school.
  • ·         My daddy who was more than willing to give me a father’s blessing a few weeks before my seminar, because I was overwhelmed with preparing for seminar, succeeding in all my other classes, juggling my church calling, having a social life, and working.
  • ·         My mom who patiently watched 3 or 4 versions of my seminar and who always was willing to listen to another practice, even when she had her own long list of things to do.
  • ·         My awesome pharmacy friend, Sydney, who took work off the day of my seminar so she could be a friendly face in the crowd.   [She also helped carry all of my seminar supplies (i.e. my lecture handouts and yummy donuts and bottled water) across campus].
  • ·         Michael Filtz, a clinical pharmacist at Huntsman Cancer Institute, who edited, re-edited, and re-re-edited (is that even a word) my handouts and slides and who helped me filter my seminar down into something that was understandable.
  • ·         My co-workers who let me be pre-occupied at work.  They offered their advice and encouragement and didn’t mind when I totally bailed at them during lunch to study--- I know, lame.
  • ·         And the countless friends who spoke, texted, and e-mailed words of encouragement both before and after my presentation. 
As I thought of all the people who played a role in my seminar, I became overwhelmed with gratitude.  I have so many, many people who care about me, and who are constantly helping me forge my path through life.  So thanks to all of my fabulous family and friends, I wouldn’t be where I am without you.  You’re helping mold me into the person I’d like to be, and I’ll always be indebted to you.   

Thursday, January 5, 2012

2012: The Year of Optimism


As I’ve been making my New Year’s Resolutions, I’m sure my list has looked like the list of many others.  The typical: eat healthier foods, exercise more, all of the usual stuff.  I wasn’t exactly thrilled with my goals and was trying to find something more, when I stumbled upon this poem, and now my focus for this year seems so obvious.

Love Letter to the World
By: Kate Swoboda

In the face of complaints, look that person in the eye and imagine what it might have been like to be raised to see only what is wrong.
In the face of selfishness, wonder what it might be like to walk the world with a feeling of lack, of depletion.
In the face of insults, consider where this person first learned that it’s okay to abuse others.
In the face of disconnection, think about what causes it, and ask if your response will widen the river between the two of you.
In the face of laziness, recognize the fear of living big dreams.
In the face of extremism or fundamentalism, see the clinging, as well as the terror-filled silence that would arise for that person if they risked letting go.
In the face of controlling behavior, understand the chaos that must have bred it.
In the face of “always needing to be right,” see how often this person was once made wrong.
In the face of arrogance or bravado, hold gently that still, small piece that says “I’m not enough.”
In the face of drama or attention-seeking, see the person who wishes so much to be seen.
In the face of accusation, imagine what it might be like to live life with suspicion.
In the face of judgment or comparisons, step into the opportunity the world has just provided you for practicing love and acceptance.
In the face of passive-aggressiveness, recognize the child that wasn’t taught a safe way to express their truth.
In the face of anger, see the pain of isolation from others.
Most importantly: In the face of ferocious hatred, believe in the possibility that there exists the potential for equally as big, intense, lovely and fiery ferocious love.

This poem spoke volumes to me.  As much as I like to pretend like I’m the same girl I was six months ago, I’m not.  I’ve lost the naïve trust I once possessed, and I don’t see people in the same glimmering light I once did.  So, my goal for 2012 is to restore that optimism.  I want 2012 to be the year that I decided to see the best in everyone and give everyone the benefit of the doubt, including myself.  My hope for 2012, is that this becomes ‘The Year of Optimism’.