Auoch. My last diary entry seems so insignificant now. I've just heard from my sister, that is a med student, that one guy in her class has found out that he has a very unusual form of cancer. It's in his jaw, and he's going in for a 13 hour long operation in the end of this month, to remove his jaw and tongue. But to become mute is a bless for his; the chance of survival is only one single per cent. 
It is so sad to hear, even if I don't even know the guy. But I know he's only 26 and he's in love with his girlfriend and he's about to graduate from med school this summer. If he'll survive that long.
I feel so helpless. So utterly, utterly helpless. This makes my desire to become a doctor myself even stronger. I don't want people to suffer. Sure, I'm not the biggest fasn of mankind, but at least I don't want innocent people to suffer and die just because of nothing. Or ignorance.
I have to do something with my life.
It is so sad to hear, even if I don't even know the guy. But I know he's only 26 and he's in love with his girlfriend and he's about to graduate from med school this summer. If he'll survive that long.
I feel so helpless. So utterly, utterly helpless. This makes my desire to become a doctor myself even stronger. I don't want people to suffer. Sure, I'm not the biggest fasn of mankind, but at least I don't want innocent people to suffer and die just because of nothing. Or ignorance.
I have to do something with my life.