Many of the readers on here (hopefully there actually are some) know that this handsome man of mine is in medical school.
He graduates this May (how did that go by so fast?) and has applied to general surgery residency programs all over the country.
He interviewed at 10 different hospitals (I am sure he knocked their socks off🙂 ) and ranked them #1-10 of where he wants to continue his medical training. Rob’s aspiring to be a pediatric surgeon one day. He starts in a general surgery program and after 7 years (2 in the hospital, 2 of research, 3 back in the hospital) he will apply for a pediatric surgery fellowship in which we get to do all of this over again.
Anyway. . .
We ranked the programs from 1-10 based on where we want to live, what programs give him the most opportunities, where he felt comfortable, and what we felt God wanted us to do. As he ranked them 1-10, the programs also ranked their interviewees from all over the country (Thats ALOT of people, guys).
It then goes into a beautifully computerized algorithm and we pray every single day that the hospitals rankings align with Rob’s top ranked programs and that he “matches”.
In three days, we will receive an e-mail letting us know if he matches or not. If he does “HALLELUJAH!”, and if he does not then we scramble to find a program (any type of program, not necessarily general surgery) that will take him. Fun, right?
Because I am trusting our good and faithful Lord that he will match, next Friday we will attend Match Day, or as I like to call it “Fate Day”. We have the privilege (heavy sarcasm) to stand on stage in front of all medical school staff, students, and families to open up an envelope and see where in the country we are headed to and how our fate has been determined for us.
Match Day is the culmination of four challenging years, and, in some ways, is the most exciting day of the medical school experience. Every year at a predetermined time, medical students across the country learn simultaneously which hospital will educate them for the next three to seven years.
Exciting? No, I don’t think so. Terrifying, nerve-wracking, butterflies everywhere, wanting to puke while screaming and crying simultaneously are better words to describe the feelings that I feel towards this day. I mean standing up on stage and reading it for the first time in front of a huge crowd? Yikes! I only hope I look like these people when the cameras go off and am not crying uncontrollably.
All of Rob’s amazingly hard work over the past 4 years comes down to this day. We open that envelope and see what great program he will be a part of to continue this long journey and where God has our next adventure awaiting us.
I am so proud of him. I am so excited for him because HE is so, so excited and deserves so very much from all of his hard work.
Prayers would be greatly appreciated. Prayers that God is in every single step of that algorithm process and He places us where He wants us to be. Not where we want to be. That he knows better, he knows our hearts, and knows where we will flourish and live for Him. That is the prayer.
Pray for Monday, that when that e-mail comes we can dance, sing, cheers, and scream THAT HE MATCHED and a huge weight will be off of Rob’s shoulders.
Monday, Monday. . .
Now to enjoy the weekend.