I saw my last patient as a PA this afternoon. It wasn't anything special just a routine one year follow up. The feeling I had was as a similar feeling I experienced when I saw my last patient as a PA student. It's an odd feeling that words don't describe all too well. I had a feeling of sadness and excitement at the same time. This was simply a chapter ending in my life and a new one was about to start. I have thoroughly enjoyed my time practicing as a PA. I had made fantastic relationships with patients and had the privilege to be able to treat. I also formed very close relationships with all the staff in my office. These are all things I had to walk away from in order to go to medical school.
Wanting to attend medical school was not a switch that turned on overnight. It is something I struggled with throughout my time in PA school. After spending hours scouring PA forum, reddit, and discussion with peers I had come to conclusion that it as something I wanted to do. I poured over MCAT material one week after taking the PANCE. I juggled taking prerequisite courses and working full time with call days. It has been a long year of applications and when I was just beginning to lose hope and start my reapplication I finally received my first and only acceptance. I was over the moon. I had finally done it, everything I had worked for had paid off.
I wouldn't change my journey to medical school at all. For me, it took being a PA for me to fully realize that this was what I wanted in life. I will forever be thankful to my first career as a PA. I have learned invaluable skills in patient care and the dynamic of a healthcare team. I hope to continue to be an active member of this forum, even more active than I have been the past year, and to continue to be an advocate for PAs.