March 18, 2010 by thehousekat
If you’ve participated in a Match Day ceremony then you know the feeling of turning your future over to the contents of an envelope. My partner & I took a collective deep breath and our turn at it on this day in 2004.
Match day is the culmination of what has to be the most nerve assulting process in the final year of medical school for a future physician. In between completing final rotations of their schooling, the students interview with hospitals throughout the year, then rank the programs that they would like to join after graduation. The various residency programs also rank the students who have interviewed with them. Then some massive computer in some remote location takes all the lists of all the students and all of the programs and.. starts making matches. On Match Day graduating classes gather in auditoriums all across the country. One by one, with nervous hands, they open envelopes and find out where the next two or three or five years will take them. If you know someone finishing med school this year, check in with them this week. They may really appreciate a congratulatory high-five or hug of condolence today. Thats the nature of the Match. You just don’t know.
On this day six years ago my partner held an envelope in one hand and a microphone in the other while standing in front of her entire class. That envelope could send us to St. Louis or Denver or..Columbus or..I can’t even remember all the possible places we ranked. To be a medical spouse is quite a lesson in letting go. I look at the photo of us from breakfast that morning and feel all the tension in my neck below my smile for the camera. To allow an envelope to tell you where to go next is sort of adventuresome – like a task on the Amazing Race. Except your next mission is going to be a few years long. We’ll be okay wherever we go. It’s hardly a military assignment. It’s just another city. Any city. Where? Where? For us, it turned out to be kind of an easy one. The paper said Cincinnati Childrens’ Hospital & Medical Center. Ahh. Staying in Cincinnati. We would be moving that summer, but only from our apartment into our first house. A task we jokingly called our second-most-important Residency selection.
To all those soon to be M.D.s & D.O.s and their families: Congratulations on Match Day 2010. You’ve worked very hard to work incredibly harder. Enjoy today.