Done!

Sort of, but we won't worry about that right now ;-)

Race for the finish

So classes are officially over. All that's left are my finals this coming Monday and Tuesday. Having gotten behind at the end of the term, I am now in uber-cram mode. I wake up, do a problem set, take a break with a shower, read a chapter, take a break with tv, do another problem set, and if there's time, take another break, followed by another chapter. If it wasn't obvious, I'm kind of also in panic mode.

Ah well... it will be over soon, and I'm very excited about that. I can't wait to move on with my life. I mean, I have to study for and take the MCAT first, but it will be something different. And then I start my job, which I'm very excited about.

I'm also hoping to take a doula workshop over the summer or in the fall and maybe work toward certification. I think that would be a good side activity while I'm in my lag year, and of course I've been interested in it for a while.

Meanwhile, I think I've finalized a list of about 15 med schools (a number my advisor suggested). I plan to update my AMCAS as soon as it opens and submit it June 1st. That's the good thing about previously applying for linkage... my AMCAS and recommendations etc are all done already. Hopefully I'll do well on the MCAT and one of these schools will accept me, but no point in worrying about that now, right?

First things first: final exams.

Another tragic loss

You may recall that B and I "accidentally" went to a wedding in November. It was in Princeton, and a member of the wedding party invited us to go down and have the use of their paid-for hotel room. But when the bride heard we were in town, she asked us to attend. So we went, in jeans and boots (B wearing, literally, the shirt off his friend's back), and it was a lovely ceremony (if a bit awkward for us). The bride and groom were glowing.

Husband and wife welcomed their son, Joseph, into the world in January. He was born premature, due to complications with the pregnancy. He never left the neonatal intensive care unit, and the mother (who has looked forward to starting a family for years) spent every day in the hospital with him.

Unfortunately baby Joseph passed away yesterday, after just 110 days in this world. His parents find comfort in knowing that he will not suffer in the next.

I can not imagine a greater grief than that of a mother for her child. My heart goes out to them.