Hi, welcome! I too am hoping to go to med school; I want to be a pediatric oncologist. I’m sorry about your parents. My father passed away when I was in middle school. That sounds very challenging, what you’re going through.

That's really cool, and yeah it's ok I've learned to cope with it partially, I'm still trying to heal with the war PTSD though. Nice meeting you question!

Hi, with as much as you've been through & as much as you want to do; you will be a great role model for many in the years to come!
Enjoy this precious time with your mother {{{hugs}}}

Thank you

offering prayers for the Greatest Good for you and your mom((hug))

Hi Taylor. Welcome to the forum.

Would that be the Bringham Young University? Don't mind me. . . I'm just a trivia nut with an OCD spot for acronyms. The less important the trivia, the more passionate the pursuit. Hey. . . Everybody needs a hobby.

I am a great believer in that adage that when one door closes, another door opens. I don't like spending so much energy staring at the doors that are closed that I miss the doors that have opened. Have I spotted a like-minded spirit in your story?

So, or no, welcome aboard.

Wlecome:-)

Yes Brigham Young University is where I study right now, maybe so.
Also thanks for the prayers mlro853!

Hey Leo :)

Welcome, to you! I grew up in South America during a civil war because I was a missionary's son. My house was 4 blocks down the street from the continent's headquarters for missionaries from the same church with which Brigham Young University is affiliated. My family didn't belong to that church, but I got to know the families well there and played with their kids and went to school with them.

Trigger Warning

I was walking by that church headquarters on a calm Sunday afternoon when I was 15. Suddenly, a military patrol hidden under camouflage in a vacant lot across the street roared it's jeep out on me. The patrol's commanding officer jumped out of the jeep and knelt me in the street to shoot me. He had mistaken me for someone else. He trained his weapon on me and pulled the trigger twice. To this day I consider those two miracles.

Then the two miracles were followed by a third. A young man who lived in that headquarters vouched for my identity as an American citizen and not the local guerrilla rebel who the patrol's commander mistakenly thought I was. I was freed. I got PTSD from that event and from other events in the war, but I'm here, I survived.

So though I don't belong to that church, I always remember and am grateful. So sad for the war in your country and that you had to leave because of it, but my story shows it may have been dangerous so it may have been wise. I'm sorry you didn't meet your dad. It's good he left you a legacy you can honor.

As for your mom, you're not alone. I moved in with my mom to live for 3 years while she fought breast cancer. It went into remission for 5 years, but then it came back. Still, I'm grateful for those years of remission.

Hope your studies are going well. You have bright plans for the future!

Welcome to the board Il..... I am so glad you've been reunited with your mom..... This is a great board....I'm glad that you're here..... Gentle hug.....xo

I'm so sorry for you mujicaptsd, you've definitely been through a lot, hopefully it's gotten better for you since then.
And hi SunCloudJD, thanks!