As of October 15th 2019, I officially became a pharmacist.

I began this journey on a cold December day a few days after the death of my mother to sepsis. I was a high school senior at a catholic school, my faith broken, and was sleeping most of my days away in grief that week. I remember my father came storming into my room holding a large white envelope while shaking me awake. I numb and groggy opened the envelope to a glossy black cover slip that held my acceptance letter and information packets to fill out. Needless to say after i finished reading my letter, I passed out while my dad made more phone calls.

This was my mother's dream, but she passed away before she could see it. Ironic...

First year I made myself busy, worked hard. But then came winter and it hit me... I was alone and broken. But I recovered and pushed on. Each year throwing more challenges at me. Threats of suspension and other nasty things kept coming. Even in my last year before I took my rotations, they attempted to suspend me. But I used my disability against them with the threat of legal lawsuit to allow me to take summer courses.

I sacrificed so much. Time with family, my health, and my soul at times. But here I am... I made it.

I did it mom... I made it...

Thank you  pandottermon you brought this to life and I will be eternally grateful