As a senior level physician in the field of pediatric cardiology, I often wonder how life would be if I weren't a pediatric cardiologist or even a doctor...
As part of my profession, I take care of incredibly sick newborns, teens and even adults. Even pregnant women with fetuses with heart defects. I am with the family when they are at their most vulnerable.
My training and experience allow me to enter their space gently and attempt to guide them in the correct direction. Then ofcourse my expert surgical, interventional cardiology, intensive care and anesthesia colleagues take over. Up comes my role again, once the surgery is done and dusted. To take care of the growing young one, to answer vexing questions of the parents (can he be given ghee/butter? Can she go for Karate classes? Can he go for overnight picnic? Can she ever bear a pregnancy? Can he work in the fields…) and to reassure them that I will be by their side for as long as I can. It is a profound privilege to provide this care and to witness the resilience of these young patients and their families.
This is what defines me, a pediatric cardiologist: a calling not only built on skill and training, but also on the unwavering belief that every child deserves a chance—not just to survive, but to thrive. Undoubtedly, the continuation of my work depends on support, collaboration, and a shared commitment amongst a diverse group of professionals, all striving to make a difference.
So would I think myself as any less if I were an engineer or a teacher or housewife or an accountant? The answer is a clear No. As an engineer, I would take pride in my work; I would celebrate when a code runs right, when the bridge is opened up for the public or a satellite is launched into space because I was a cog in that wheel. As a teacher, it would bring tears in my eyes when a pupil moves up from 40 to 80 marks with my guidance; when a former pupil finds me and comes to say thank you Maam; or when the civic sense of a pupil's family improves because of what I taught in class. You see, as a housewife I will be running the family; I would be a multi tasker, a giver, a do-er, a shoulder to cry on. The accountant me would smile to myself looking at the rows of numbers in my excel sheet; would rub my hands in glee when an accounting project finishing before time, when the budget shows a surplus…
So are all professions equal? No, I don't think so. However, the folks in any profession are equally contented if they are in it out of their own free will and passion drives them. Free Will and Passion. There! I said it: Take pride in what you do- Do the best job ever- and sleep in peace at night.
That is what matters to me.