medical students
Preserving Hobbies
by Olivia T. Zhou To me, the age-old adage of “you can’t pour from an empty cup” holds especially true today. Medicine is a deeply meaningful but often all-consuming career. The intensity of training, long hours, and emotional demands can easily displace relationships, hobbies, and interests that once brought joy and balance. Because of these challenges, maintaining a connection to a life outside of medicine is particularly essential. Hobbies can offer space for self-expression, stress relief, and identity beyond our professional roles as physicians. Most of us know that participating in creative or physical activities can improve well-being, build resilience, and reduce burnout, but we often struggle with consistency and upkeep. However, even a modest investment can provide noticeable benefits. Here are some strategies that have helped me preserve my hobbies throughout my training so far: Schedule dedicated time: Blocking off regular time for a hobby, just like scheduling other...
Stitch by Stitch
By Tala AbedalqaderI’ve always found a certain sense of purpose in using my hands. Whether it’s an embroidery thread sliding through fabric or suture material passing through layers of skin, I found that there’s a rhythm and purpose that drives me. Whether it’s art or surgery, my hands are driven by the same intention – to create and repair.Crocheting, embroidery, and sketching were creative outlets I picked up in medical school that gave me a sense of peace and the opportunity to relieve stress. As I grew more interested in surgery, I started to notice how these hobbies weren’t just therapeutic, but they were also shaping my skills in meaningful ways. The dexterity I harbored from manipulating threaded needles and hooks granted me with fine motor skills that I would use, first in simulation, then in the operating room. Similarly, sketching proved to be an excellent and highly useful skill...
A Love Letter to PM Rounds
By Aparna Ragupathi*All names have been changed for patient and staff privacy It’s 4:12 PM when I leave the PACU. One of the chaplains in the hallway smiles at me, and I realize I’m still wearing my OR bonnet. I take it off and toss it in the trash can by the security desk. On my phone, I scroll past the class group chat notifications and Uber Eats deals to find what I’m looking for.A text message. “PM rounding on 5T,” one of the surgical floors at our hospital.I trade my phone for the folded patient list in my back pocket. The elevator beams me up to 5 Tower and I find my residents in front of room 6. The fishbones on Jamie’s list have numbers now, which feels like a full tank of gas. We meet Carter in room 6, Jeannine's brother. He brightens up when we tell him...
Scalpels and Strings: Similarities between the Orchestra and the OR
By Dr. Sruti Cheruvu Some of the earliest lessons I learned that helped prepare me to be a surgeon came from the orchestra. I played violin and viola in my school and regional orchestras throughout high school. Some of my fondest memories are of working on Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and Shostakovich - learning my pieces inside and out through hours of practice. It was often grueling but deeply gratifying. I made friends from across sections, including fellow string players and wind and brass musicians. We would share parts and swap cues to see how our different parts fit together. I often leaned over to ask the concertmaster or the cellist sitting next to me if I could look at their score to understand how my part fit into the bigger picture. If our director gave a cue for the clarinets before our entrance, I would write that part into my music....
Dancing Into Destiny: The Unexpected Paths That Shape Us
By Dr. Chi Zhang This is a special edition blog post presented in partnership with the Society of Asian Academic Surgeons in celebration of Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month. I was objectively terrible at dancing. My limbs felt too long, and my footwork betrayed even the simplest beat. My parents quickly unenrolled me from ballet. This was only partially because of my pleading, but they were probably relieved to no longer suffer second-hand embarrassment. While I thought my dancing career was over at the ripe age of 7, my dancing inabilities returned to haunt me when I was invited to be a part of my friend’s quinceañera. Out of obligation, and perhaps some curiosity, I accepted, unaware that this would be a turning point in my life. Unaware yet that a similar transformation would lead me to a life in the operating room. At rehearsal, as music pulsed...
Fertility Preservation and Family Planning in Surgical Training: Highlights from a Much-Needed Discussion
Authors: Nensi M. Ruzgar, Camila R. Guetter, Natalia Correa, Jessica Millar, Jessica Means, Kelsey Romatoski, Brooke Golisch, Pietro Bortoletto Affiliations: Nensi M. Ruzgar, MD, MHS - Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston, MA; Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, Boston, MA Camila R. Guetter, MD, MPH - Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston, MA; Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health, Boston, MA Natalia Correa, MD - University of Miami Holy Cross Hospital, Fort Lauderdale, FL, USA Jessica Millar, MD - University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, MI Jessica Means, MD - Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston, MA Kelsey Romatoski, MD - Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston, MA Brooke Golisch, MD, MS - Northwestern University Feinberg School of Medicine, Chicago, IL Pietro Bortoletto, MD, MSc - Boston IVF, Waltham, MA; Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, Boston, MA On Nov 12th, the Association of Women Surgeons Resident and Fellow 2024 Webinar Series offered...
Food for Thought – Culinary Adventures in Medical School
By Gizelle Francis Medical school is notorious for its long hours, relentless studying, and the ever-present pressure to perform. Amidst this, finding time for hobbies can seem almost impossible. For me, however, cooking and baking have become more than just hobbies—they are a sanctuary. As a medical student, I discovered that the kitchen offers a creative outlet that balances the intensity of my studies while nurturing a deeper connection to my well-being. Cooking as an Art and Science For me, cooking isn’t just about putting food on the table; it’s an art form and a science, much like medicine. There’s a certain satisfaction in transforming raw ingredients into a meal that not only nourishes, but also brings people together. The same meticulousness that I apply to learning anatomy or understanding complex surgical procedures translates into my approach to cooking. Each ingredient has a role, and it’s fascinating how a little...
Navigating Conference Networking & Presenting as a Medical Student
by Rachel Akers, MS I vividly remember my first medical school conference. I left the library, suitcase and poster tube in hand, and hopped into an Uber to O’Hare. A few hours later, I was somewhere across the Atlantic, heading towards Berlin. I stood in front of my poster, hoping that no one had any questions beyond my knowledge base as a medical student. I’ve attended many more conferences since, and I’m here to share what I’ve learned. Fully engage with the conference Find sessions that interest you. Many conferences have event apps that allow attendees to preview scheduled forums. Don’t be afraid to ask questions! Our knowledge may not be as advanced as others, but everyone starts somewhere. It’s okay to ask questions, you’re there to learn. Exhaust all options for funding Talking about money can seem taboo, but many research grants have travel funding. Don’t be afraid to...
Egg-specting the Unexpected: A Medical Student’s Experience on Premature Ovarian Insufficiency and Fertility
by Meryem Guler BS The first time I witnessed a birth was in my third year of medical school on my OBGYN rotation. I found myself in the delivery room assisting the team by holding up one of the patient’s legs during her contractions and counting to ten for each push – a popular role amongst medical students. The patient’s mother was pacing the room around the team, as if walking was the only outlet for her nerves. With one final push, a baby was born screaming and crying into this world. The new grandmother rushed up to greet them, sobbing tears of joy. She kept repeating “they’re so beautiful” and “you did amazing” to her daughter and grandchild. Observing this scene, I thought of my mom and how she would react similarly if this were me. Blinking back tears, I had one final thought before I had to step...
The Shadow of Sacrifice
by Ashley Martinez I stared back at her feet in four-inch heels as I lay under my mother’s desk, awakening from my nap. A single mother of three, my mother worked what seemed like all hours of the day to make ends meet. As a result, I quickly became accustomed to napping under her desk after school or sipping on a juice that her client offered me and my youngest brother while we sat in the living room of a home we could only dream would be ours. Was her work ethic passed down to me due to genetics, model behavior, or a mix of both? Now, as a third-year medical student, I like to think it’s an accumulation of these factors, once fueled by the need to prove myself, but now sustained by something far greater. There was no doubt that I was smart. I took after my mom...
