Not me, but my sister is a doctor.
Firstly I'll mention her earnings, then what she sacrified to become a doctor.
So, her earnings,
While she was doing her internship (2013–2014), the stipend she used to get was 15,000 INR.
Then, in 2015, she did a contract based job for 6 months and got some 70,000 INR.
And now, in her PG, MD( obstetrics and gynaecology) she's getting 88,000.
What all she sacrificed,
Ummm, not only her, but us, her family too. :)
Well
we are a nuclear family of 5. Mom, Dad, Deedo (i love calling her
this), Me, Brother. She was born in 1991, me in 1996 and bro came to us
in 2001. So, a gap of 5-years in 2 of us lead us in 3 different stages
of life always, till date, unless all of us are adults.
So,
when i was in 6th standard and bro was in 1st, we had to bid goodbye to
our didi to Chandigarh, 190 kms from our town, for her medical entrance
exams coaching. You see, how little was he, 6.5 years old! And she was
his favorite in house. He used to cry every evening missing her to be
home. I used to sit beside her and chatter about my day for a long time
and used to go to her taking every little problem, from personal to
fights with bro to my homework and drawings, she would do it all.
And
now, i was the elder kid in home. That sucked. I barely used to talk to
her on phone, as i just used to sit beside mom and listen to her
conversation with Deedo, reason being, she had to study and i was an
introvert. She used to visit us every 2.5 months only for 2 days, and
used to cry everytime i bid her goodbye and take a promise from her that
next time she would come soon.
But no, to get something we have to
lose. Papa Mumma missed her a lot, of course. Papa's favourite child.
<3 Haha, and we were always happy with that. :)
Okay,
time passed, 2008, with God's grace, she got a great rank in All India
Medical test exams for UG, she got MBBS in Bangalore Medical College and
Research Institute, Bangalore. This time, 2024 kms away, but we were
happy. Didi was going to be a Doctor. She used to visit us after every
year for 15 days and we grew up almost without her. She graduated in
March,2014, when i passed my 12th and bro was now in 7th standard. You
see, he entered in teenage and me in adulthood, almost without her.
Then she started to prepare for her MD entrance exams but luck didn't favour her for the first attempts.
Decided
to try again, second time and this time, she did a job for 6 months in
Government hospital, 32 sector, Chandigarh to gain some experience, and
to freshen up her mind from constant studying. This time,2015, she
didn't get a rank of her choice so she decided to try again. Not an
easy-peasy task, only medicos know this. Hats off to them!
2016,
second attempt, again, she wanted to clear for AIIMS or PGI, Chandigarh
or a good government college in All India exam. Her wish, though, was
to in AIIMS.
But, 2017, not yet.
3
years of her constant struggle, hard work and we had to be away from
her. Why? Because in these 3 years, even when she was in home, no one
from us was allowed to go her room. But we were happy, at least she was
with us.
I am a
naughty kid at home (officially an adult but I'm a kid at home). I just
used to open her room steadily, smile like an idiot, say Hi! And come
back.
Thank God🙏🏻
2018,
she got AIIMS, Delhi, her dream college and now she is in second year
MD (obstetrics and gynaecology) working from 7 am in morning till 11 pm
or sometimes even late till, 1 or 2 am.
Holidays? Doctors don't get
that. Okay, once per month. Since then 2018 , she has got home twice,
once for one day and this time for 2-3 days. But, since Delhi, is an
overnight journey, we get to go there sometimes.
Brother is now 18.5 Years old, I'm almost 24, Missing her since 11 years. We love her like anything.
Being doctor ain't easy. Almost every doctor's life is like that.
She
used to be little arrogant and stubborn but since she has been doing
and completed her MBBS, she's turned into such a humble person that I'm
shocked.
I think, if soldiers protect us from border, doctors protect us in the border.
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