Telusa
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For my capstone, I'm researching healthcare access in rural communities. Been reading studies for months. Statistics about distance to care. Data about provider shortages. Papers about health outcomes. All abstract. All numbers.
Last week, I visited a rural clinic. Part of my research. Just to observe. Just to see.
I met a woman who drives 90 minutes each way for her son's asthma appointments because the local clinic closed. A farmer who hasn't seen a doctor in 7 years because he can't afford the time away from his livestock. A nurse who's the only provider for 200 miles and hasn't had a day off in months. The statistics became people. The data became stories. The abstract became real.
I came back and rewrote my entire project. Not the data. The framing. The purpose. Before, I was studying a problem. Now I'm studying people. My professor asked what changed. I told her about the visit. She smiled and said "this is why we do research. Not to collect data. To understand."
The irony isn't lost on me. I spent weeks stressed about a partner who didn't work. Weeks hating a required paper on public health. And now my capstone, the project that matters most, is about the exact thing I thought I hated. Public health isn't just policy. It's people. Real people. The woman in that clinic is public health. The farmer is public health. The overworked nurse is public health.
I get it now. Not because a textbook explained it. Because I showed up and looked.
For anyone struggling with a topic you hate: maybe you don't hate it. Maybe you just haven't met the people yet.
Last week, I visited a rural clinic. Part of my research. Just to observe. Just to see.
I met a woman who drives 90 minutes each way for her son's asthma appointments because the local clinic closed. A farmer who hasn't seen a doctor in 7 years because he can't afford the time away from his livestock. A nurse who's the only provider for 200 miles and hasn't had a day off in months. The statistics became people. The data became stories. The abstract became real.
I came back and rewrote my entire project. Not the data. The framing. The purpose. Before, I was studying a problem. Now I'm studying people. My professor asked what changed. I told her about the visit. She smiled and said "this is why we do research. Not to collect data. To understand."
The irony isn't lost on me. I spent weeks stressed about a partner who didn't work. Weeks hating a required paper on public health. And now my capstone, the project that matters most, is about the exact thing I thought I hated. Public health isn't just policy. It's people. Real people. The woman in that clinic is public health. The farmer is public health. The overworked nurse is public health.
I get it now. Not because a textbook explained it. Because I showed up and looked.
For anyone struggling with a topic you hate: maybe you don't hate it. Maybe you just haven't met the people yet.
