Time to follow your heart

- Joelle -

Three more months had swiftly passed, and once again, I found myself sitting in my Consultant's office, engaged in a discussion about my contract. True to his word, the hospital had offered me another internship based on my Consultant's recommendation. I couldn't deny the trust and mentorship he had shown me, but deep down, I knew that despite my attachment to this place, I longed for home. The decision weighed heavily on me, as I contemplated the uncertainty that awaited me if I chose to leave. Yet, in the depths of my being, I felt a resolute certainty that returning home was the right path for me.

Norway had been good to me and the Norwegians treated me like one of their own. I had experienced a hospital life very different to that in my country. I had learnt a lot professionally and for this I was grateful. Grateful to my consultant and my seniors, grateful to my colleagues, and most of all grateful to my patients. I had come here seeking refuge from my personal life.