This time last year, I was still worrying a great deal about whether I would ever get into medical school. I had only had my MUN interview and didn't yet know if I'd be interviewed at any of the Ontario schools.
And here I am, purple backpack in my room, two years and five months away from adding an M.D. to my name.
This time last year, I was happily, if somewhat anxiously, pregnant. It would be only two days later that we'd get the bad news. A year later, we're no closer to expanding our family, but we have hope. We've got an appointment with a reproductive endocrinologist next month. I can finally get the assessment that I've needed for years but haven't been able to access.
A year ago, we were living happily on the Island, with fantastic, if exhausting, jobs and a generally stable, but modest life. We're now in Hamilton, with far more neighbours than we're used to, in a city far larger than we're accustomed to, and which we were very hesitant about living in, but which has surprised us with its nicer side.
This year has seen me grow as a person in many ways, partly as a result of accepting my role as a student physician and the position that will place me in my community, partly as a result of breaking away from some unhealthy relationships. It has been an experience, for sure.
I don't know what next year holds, besides the start of clerkship, a trip home, and possibly our first ever international vacation, but I do hope it will top this year. Hopefully without any of the tragedy that touched the start of 2015.
That said, I will always remember 2015 as the year that changed everything. What an extraordinary thing to be able to say.
Happy New Year everyone. If you are out, be safe in your enjoyment. If you are home like we are, have a fantastic night.