That terrific, terrible White Coat

Today was our White Coat Ceremony, at time when, at long last, we as medical students receive our short white coats. Though most medical schools usually grant this privilege to incoming students right after the beginning of their first year, at LMU-DCOM we must work successfully through half of the first semester before receiving this honor. And an honor it is! How smart and professional my colleagues and I looked as we took the Osteopathic Pledge today (you can read the pledge here), bedecked in our new gleaming medical smocks, our mouths forming the words that would direct and guide the rest of our professional medical careers, said in the company of hundreds and hundreds of witnesses. 

All of because of that white coat.

What is this coat that casts such a sudden and startling shadow over my life? It is merely polyester, a gift to me from the Tennessee Osteopathic Medical Association, a thin, ill-fitting garment that has the seal of my medical school and, above this, my name neatly embroidered over the left pocket. 

Over my heart.

This is no mere coat. This is a symbol. A powerful, moving, driving emotional force that represents something so much bigger than myself that the very thought of it is at once inspiring and terrifying. I am now, officially, part of the world of medicine. No more MCATs, no more stiff competition for admission, no more uncomfortable interviews or carefully worded essays seeking the favor of medical school administrations. I'm part of the team. I've been admitted to the ride. And, as I'm slowly molded into a physician, I am ever more aware that I am not here because of my extraordinary talent or intelligence (neither of which I have in any great abundance), but because of the grace of God and the support and sacrifice of so many, many people, my family being foremost in this group. This is part of the reality of the White Coat.

In like manner, the coat is a message to our society. By wearing it I am telling people that I am available to care, eventually to heal. That I have sacrificed my life entire for the health and welfare of strangers. That I am no longer my own. That I am determined, wherever I find suffering, to do my best to alleviate it. That I willingly accept the tremendous burden and unspeakable privilege of becoming a health care provider. It is a sign of accomplishment and a reminder that there is so very much more to do. Every day, when I put it on, I need to be aware that I stand on the shoulders of many who have come before and that I have an obligation to prepare the way for those who will come after. 

That damn, delightful White Coat. May my colleagues and I be found ever worthy to wear it.