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Alas Surgery has come to an end. Its funny looking back at the last 8 weeks, which have flown by, to see how much my heart has changed in regards to my future. When this rotation started I was dreading it. Not in an angsty, strong sort of way, just in a if I had the choice to take it or leave it I would probably leave it kind of way. When I started I felt like I kinda sorta might do family medicine. Not in a passionate I love family medicine way, but in a "nothing else has caught my eye so I'll do this" sort of way. But surgery has captured my attention and fueled that passion that I lacked for family. I have loved the past 8 weeks. Loved the work. Loved the people. When I talk about it I can hear the excitement in my own voice and the fact that I could actually do this on a regular basis and get paid for it seems too good to be true.