First steps

So, here I am. I’ve decided to jack in my job and go to Med school. People think I’m crazy because I’m 36, a single parent of 2 teenagers, have a responsible job with a fairly good salary etc. Why put myself through it?

I have so many reasons for wanting to do this, but also have so many reasons to be pessimistic about the chances of my success. As a teenager, although very capable, I scraped through my GCSEs with 4 A-C grades and went straight into full time work. I couldn’t get out of school quick enough! So now I have to start the academic aspect of my Med school journey from the very beginning.

Year 1 (now)- GCSE maths (the 1994 one was a D) alongside an Access to HE course in Med/Social care.

Years 2 & 3 – Four A-levels

Then apply to Bristol, Exeter & Cardiff. Where the real work begins.

I can’t express how excited I am about this bit..When my youngest was a baby I worked at my local hospital as a bank nursing auxiliary. I was able to gain experience from all areas in the hospital including A&E, outpatients, med and surgical wards as well as rehab. I would often linger whilst the consultants etc would do their ward rounds and because I appeared to be fairly confident and knowledgeable (and because in all honesty they had no idea what colour epaulets meant what) I could usually listen to their discussion on diagnosis and treatment. I used to soak it up like a sponge. It was hard though because as much as I loved the job I still had a very young family to support, a mortgage to pay and a very unsupportive husband (now ex, or i wouldn’t be writing this!) I decided to start a cleaning business to fund my studies. I worked hard daytimes cleaning, twilight shifts or mornings at the hospital and afternoons with the boys. My husband and I were ships that passed in the night as he worked for the post office so I’d get in at 3 am and he’d leave at 4 am. It all seemed worth it though. The business went from strength to strength and within 12 months I had 15 staff. I could almost start my training! And then it happened. My husband left me for a ‘friend’. To be honest, with hindsight, if it hadn’t been her it would have been any one of a large number of other women… He just couldn’t help himself. So, suffice to say, I didn’t cope well at first. I closed the business and we sold the house and that was where my dreams of studying medicine have been parked for the last 10 years!

If anyone ever reads this then please wish me luck because despite everything I’ve learnt in life and my confidence in my resourcefulness, resilience and dogged determination… I am scared. But very, very excited!



The long road to med school