Every year in UP PGH Pediatrics residency, we get to have our leave. That is two weeks per year for the first year residents. It is one whole month for the second and third year residents.
I cannot say it is fair enough, given that we go to work practically every day for the rest of the year for three years, and we only have one day off per month. Say that we are provided for and I admit my salary is more than enough for a single doctor like myself, a high salary will not compensate for the missed birthdays, anniversaries, reunions, family dinners, so on and so forth. Plus the excessive number of hours of overtime in the hospital with the more (superlative, need I say?) excessive number of hours of sleep and food deprivation that are clearly uncompensated.
Not that I am complaining. Nuh-uh. In fact, I am more than happy to be in residency. Despite the struggles, the tears shed, the stress, the anxiety that come with bearing the full weight of being a licensed Pediatrician-in-training, I am very pleased with my life right now.
My life at this point is brimming with hope, with bravado, with the proverbial fire in the belly. I am inspired, and it is with divine grace that this inspiration stems from a deeper core within me. More of like an ancient calling– that being a doctor is somehow genuinely intertwined with the mission God sent me here on earth to accomplish for Him.
I am happy. This happiness is deep, akin to joy.
I felt joy surging within my heart when my family and I went to have dinner in Shakeys to celebrate my Dad’s birthday. We were complete then. All five children made every effort to come home to Palawan and to be with everyone. All of us were happy to be together once again.
The truth dawns on me and I will never forget it: I have everything I need. God, my family, good friends and a job I am passionate about.
Equally important is, I have myself too. The self I have always known to be: the Gela who is hopeful, passionate, honest, driven, committed and sincere in loving. I somehow lost perspective of who I am during past struggles and personal issues.
I am grateful to God for the grace of acceptance, and for rooting my heart on the truth of who I really am in God’s eyes.
Every day of this precious, golden two weeks of leave, I savor and enjoy. Not a time wasted for sadness, irritation or anger. Not one negative thought can steal the sunshine of each day spent with family, even if we are just at home doing household chores.
Every day felt like my last day of leave, and I made sure to be mindful and enjoy every moment with family and good friends.
It is amazing, Lord. Your work is really good. Thank You for the time to rest and just bask in Your goodness.