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My Class XI results were out. My dream to get into medicine depended a lot on this. This year’s and the next (Class XII) together would determine my final results. I needed a minimum of 50% aggregate in Science to qualify for a seat after passing the Medical Entrance Exam. Would I make it through?
We stood in line outside our college office waiting for our results. It took ten months for the marks to be released and we were already nearing our Class XII exams. I watched the many expressions on the faces of my friends and the tension around grew even more. My mark list finally in hand; a sunken face and a desperate heart took hold of me. I scored 35% in Physics, 37.5% in Chemistry and 48% in Biology. My family felt that I was a disgrace to them, and my friends, well, that’s another question. I couldn’t think of them with more secure futures. There was only a month left before my final exams and I had the option of doing an improvement exam. I had to do something about it and I had to do it fast. That’s when I decided to take the plunge.
On the way to class, I’d stop in church and tell Jesus, “Please give me at least a first class result. Thank you Jesus.” This used to be my daily prayer since my results were out and I felt assured that with my first class result, my seat in medicine was guaranteed. Alas I was in for a big disappointment. I scored exactly 60% marks (not a mark more, not a mark less), but this was not enough for me to get through. I was shattered inside although externally I put up a bold face. Life went on.
I did my graduation in Botany and then my Post Graduate Diploma in Hospital Management. With a spirit often restless, I would find my self wondering whether I was doing anything worthwhile in life.
I married a doctor who eventually did his Post Graduation in Psychiatry. I would always feel for the patients whose cases he would relate to me, and in my own way I would pray for them daily. I would even pray aloud along with some of them whom I got to know personally, and they would trust me enough to bring even the rest of their family members for prayer. These were very enriching experiences for me and eventually I made an outline of the various mental health disorders and fixed days for each – for intercessory prayers.
I would always ask the Lord to reveal His plan for me. I haven’t worked for many years since my kids were born and I often feel a sense of wasting my youth. I’d think about it very often and one day it struck me that I was into medicine after all. My husband would administer the treatment medically while I would pray for them, there by administering God’s healing power through intercession. I was indeed into intercessory medicine! What a revelation! My out look of life was never the same.
Today I pray for many people who are sick. I pray over the phone, I pray while at a hospital, I pray even in the train and boat. Even today, I received the news that my aunt is suffering from a tumor in the brain and needs to be operated. I do my part for her. I intercede on her behalf to the one who is our Mighty Healer, our wonderful, never failing Jesus.
I realized that in the end it is the plan of God that matters.
And I am finally into medicine!
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