<p>It’s been about 5 years. I’d be lying if I said I remembered the whole thing, only vague images occur to my mind now. Small snapshots, like for example the count full times the nurses pierced my skin with needles, my sworn enemies at the time, or the many different new faces wearing white gowns that entered my small cubicle. But perhaps with all the trauma and movement in the room, it was always difficult to recall anything from these tough days.</p>
<p>There is one thing I do recollect from that time though. Lunch time was beckoning, and just as the doctors informed us the other night I’d have Soup for breakfast, a good sandwich for lunch, back to soup for dinner, not exactly my cup of tea. So when my father came into my room with my favorite fast food sandwich it came to me as a shock. No, Not because of my sudden change of fortune, but because my dad was an adverse opposer of my eating fast food meals, he would think of it as a means of slowly killing oneself, and at the time, I just thought of it as my juicy, tasty, and guilty pleasure. In my eyes though, it seemed as though he’d given up all hope of me surviving for a moment.</p>
<p>It was the first time id actually been into these small cubicles. I’d seen them in movies before, but I’d never actually entered one. I always wondered why I never got one of these rooms whenever I went to see my doctor for a simple case of flu. I finally got one, and for me that was all I wanted. My parents wanted more , they wanted my health back, and perhaps that moment my dad walked in with my sandwich did more than just satisfying my taste buds. I like to believe that this was a moment where I actually came to realize the reason why good health ranks up so many peoples wish lists. I was so oblivious to as why that is the case, why health was so craved for. Now I know though, albeit by the tough way.</p>
<p>Ten years on and I find myself in the same children’s wing I was staying in those unfortunate days, though I enter that same wing as a healthier, more conscience Intern this time. I have learned so much in between these two visits, I have developed so much in between these two visits; I have gained so much more than my health from my last stay here. I have learned the value of it, which has caused me to nurture an ever growing infatuation with medicine, with all its beautiful and painful sides. </p>
<p>As I pass by those same cubicles, I see some new cubicles have been built, new cubicles to keep up to the increasing number of patients, patients all whom can still be called kids. These patients whose parents will do all within their powers to please and to make them so incognizant of their problems. Being able to help these children just as I was helped by all the plenty faces whom I saw rushing into and out of my room at my time at the hospital would be a dream, a dream that may have well been unfound were it not for my days here. What a fitting way it seems if one day, I am able to end the circle where it all began, right here.</p>