…or at least It always seems that way doesn’t it? One bad thing happens and then its like a game of dominoes. Nothing seems to go right. Well, its been one of those weeks for me. My “rainy” week started off with four of our vehicles breaking down within DAYS of each other including my beloved half ton truck.Throw in a couple bad days of work and classes and now we’re talking. The worst blow, however, came when my beloved border collie Roxy became incredibly ill.
I’ve raised this dog from a pup and within less than a week, she can no longer use her hind limbs. There has been some improvement with veterinary care, yet there is no definitive cause and i have been less than impressed with the care she has received from two different veterinarians. One simply took and educated guess, prescribed some meds and hoped for the best. The other, talks down to us, all but flat-out refuses to consider anything other than “old age” as a diagnosis and will hardly answer any questions. I’m pre-vet, I’m not completely ignorant. Still, we are praying for the good lord to help us find the needed care and give us the strength to make the decisions necessary for her well-being. No one should EVER feel that their voice is not being heard when it comes to their animal. It is a feeling of helplessness and unimportance. It was during the appointment yesterday where i realized, this is meant to be a wake up call.
There are many times when i have questioned whether veterinary medicine is the right path for me. It is a long and tedious journey through many, many years of school. Veterinary medicine and animal welfare have always been two things i am extremely passionate about. Sometimes though, that passion hides. IT gets buried under all the not-so-perfect test scores, tiring 8 am classes, stressful homework and complicated professors i have had to deal with and buried under the dread of stress yet to come. I will never forget the feeling of helplessness and unimportance i have felt over this past week. So many days, the thought “is it worth it” has crossed my mind. So many days i have needed a reminder, that no matter what, always follow your passion in life. If you are passionate, determined, and hold faith in the Lord, nothing can stand in your way. Sometimes we forget that. And those times we do, we’ll receive that swift kick in the right direction we so desperately need. For me, it was the realization that no person should ever have to fight what I’ve fought in the treatment of Roxy. It has reminded me not only why I decided to become a veterinarian in the first place, but also reinforced my determination to fight for my goal; To fight through the difficult courses, not-so-great professors, and many years of school left to come. It has reignited the passion I felt as a 12-year-old little girl who set her heart on a path so long and winding much like the backroads she came to love.