I have a post about my littlest cat all written and ready to go, but something happened this weekend that has taken precendence. A shining light in the veterinary community has gone out.
Dr. Poma was one of my teachers throughout vet school. He was a great lecturer, a patient teacher, and definitely one of the reasons I made it through vet school alive. He was funny, and he made neurology make sense. After every lecture, lab or rounds discussion with him I felt like I really, really understood something about neurology. . . it didn’t always stick, but in those moments I had clarity!
The highlight of my experiences with Dr. Poma would be our neurology exam in Clinical Medicine II. . . a multiple choice exam with maybe 6 questions, I scored a fantabulous ZERO. Dr. Poma had me come to his office and chat about the test, and basically talked me into a passing grade. He went through every question, discussed why I chose the answer I chose and why another choice would be more correct, until he was convinced I really did understand and I was convinced I was not actually an idiot. I was going through a lot that year, and it affected my school work a great deal, and it was a handful of teachers like Dr. Poma that got me through it.
Times like these I feel so far away from my family, and the friends I left behind when I ran away to Newfoundland. Dr. Poma has a wonderful, young family who have been left behind. It really makes you think about how fragile and fleeting life can be. Everything can change in the space of a moment. I’ve made an effort to visit my family over the holidays, and I am now properly appreciating how important that is.
I can’t wrap my head around an OVC without Dr. Poma, but I know the community there is banding together and supporting each other in this time of loss.