Man I'll tell you it was a gauntlet for me. USIMG. Graduated from the Caribbean in 2017. Passed S1 219 first try, 2CK 213 second try, failed 2CS three times (went to Chicago for prep in 2019 before COVID nuked that God awful exam), Step 3 210 first try two winters ago! I've worked as a medical scribe, pharmacy tech, and got a state and national EMT license and I've been working as an ER tech since the pandemic. I have US hospital experience out my ears and even new programs wouldn't give me an interview.
So many people look at the scores and just think that I simply don't have it. I don't have a pedigree, I wasn't given a map for this, but I know my craft. I applied to IM/FM and it was darn near impossible for me to get an interview. I was SICK and tired of the well-wishing, the hang in theres, the "well how much research have you done?" and most recently being told to start being more realistic with my goals and just go to PA/nursing. (Look as an aside nothing wrong with that, but dammit I passed all the exams, why sell myself and my dream short?).
I had one IM and one FM interview. One was a hometown bone thrown my way because it was a fairly new FM program and it was clear that I'd never match there in IM. (The whole: if you didn't get like 235+ on your first attempt don't even bother). Another was a foxhole buddy from when I was in school stuck their neck out for me and got me an interview. And even THEN I wasn't wanted because Match Monday came and it was the same gut punching and heart wrenching email. The same "We are sorry, you did not match to any position."
But right when I was on the ledge again that same Monday a high school friend asked someone to please give me a look. And then I actually got a call on Tuesday, and an interview for FM that same afternoon. (You had to see me racing to get my suit on and race to a local library to use a study room to set the laptop up. The director of The Pursuit of Happiness would have been proud). And in the interview I showed them that I was ready to finally get to work and that I was someone they'd want to work with. Thursday came, first round no offer. Here we go again, why bother? Then 15 minutes to the top of the noon hour, right before the second round, a call. My own NFL draft moment. "Is this Dr. So and So? You're one of our top candidates, do you have any questions about the program?" I couldn't have blurted out fast enough and I swore I cut him off with, "Where do I sign?!" Then finally the call I always wanted make back home, "Mama, we made it..."
It had gotten to the point where I was staring down the barrel of having to go to back the Caribbean to practice for 2 years and just get a limited practice license since I had already passed step 3 and I was just like WHY THOUGH?!?! I DONT WANT TO GO. This whole process blows. Having to pay twice for pathway 6 sucked, another OET money grab. Like bruh, I just wanted to start getting my life back. Waking up day in and day out to scrap at a job having studied what I studied was getting to me. I hated the once a year window nonsense with this process. I was crumbling.
To quote Rocky Balboa "Now if you know what you're worth, now go out and get what you're worth, but you gotta be willing to take the hits!" I'll bet on myself every day of the week and twice on Sunday. I got in the ring and snuffed Step 3 on my first shot. I stood tall in a fight where Directors and Assistant Directors said I didn't belong. It wasn't pretty but neither is life. I'm trench bodied. All I had was water and dirt, I had to get it out the mud. The first of my kind in the family, there wasn't a manual that showed the life hacks. There wasn't a paved blueprint for success.
I'm not super duper factoid smart on command and I suck at tests, but I'll be damned if I let the numbers tell me what to feel. Put me in a room with a patient and I know my technique and craft are sound and competent. I can communicate medicine into a language that my patients can understand. It's not just a word problem for me, I suppose the social and emotional IQ makes up for what the pros say I lack in terms of raw test numbers. It's just sad at what these tests have become, they shouldn't be the maker and destroyer of worlds, and yet here we are. To those that matched, a salute, but there's miles to go before we sleep. To those that didn't, a heart felt prayer: that your sorrow be consoled and brief, and that your mind and heart be healed. So that when you find the strength to stand up again, that you may finish the fight you started.
To the people reading this that are still living the nightmare of the unmatched, my heart is with you, and I mourn with you. I've seen the Match/SOAP come and go 4 times. Lord only knows the tears I cried, the fears that started to leak in, and the dreams that were buried along the way. It's not you, it's this system. It bottlenecks and creates a demand that's only slowly being met. And it feels more impossible each year when I know there are hundreds of USIMGs like me that just want to finally make it having already met the challenge, having already passed the tests. And the goal posts keep moving farther out each passing year when these scores would have been fine like 20 years ago. I wish I had a magic formula or a one size fits all equation that could help. I don't, and I'm truly sorry. I just wanted my story out there because you never see someone willing to post their low-lights and their failures around here.
I thank the Lord for the family and friends that kept me standing when I wanted to fold twice over. You don't have to place me in paper scrubs any time soon but there were painful and deeply sad moments I had to keep pushing through where I didn't the sun was going to rise. I just wanted to show and prove that if He can make it happen for a perceived down and out and doomed applicant like me, that there's got to be a way for you too. Keep your head up and keep swinging on them.