My name is Dr. Uchenna Umeh and I am an immigrant (Physician)

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Dear Blog,

As far back as I can remember I’ve always wanted to be an architect. My journey to becoming a physician started somewhat as a dare. I was born in Nigeria, the first child of six children from middle class parents. My father served in the Nigerian Air Force, my mother, a Banker.

Towards the end of my secondary education (I attended an all-girls boarding secondary school, F.G.G.C Bakori, making me a Bakorian for life!) my father asked me the natural question, “So what are you going to study in the university?” I eagerly answered “Architecture!” He went on to say the words which hit me like bricks. “Nne, you are a woman, architecture? why don’t you study pharmacy like your (female) cousin? I was bewildered but not for too long, you see, in the Nigeria of my father’s and my childhood, certain professions were still “meant” for certain sexes. I gently and calmly explained to him that I would rather study medicine if I must do something in the “medical field”. Then he added, “But medicine is for men, why don’t you do something more feminine?” At this point, I promised him I would work really hard to prove to him that I could and would become a doctor, regardless of my sex. After completing medical school (I was one of a few females in my majority male graduating class) I decided I would like to go to the US for my residency, and I wanted none other than Howard University in Washington D.C. This decision was again met with “But you are a single female”, “America is so huge, and we really don’t know anyone there”, “How are you going to manage on your own?” “I hear that everyone uses drugs out there”, “You are not married yet”, “What about children?”, “Will you meet a nice Naija guy to marry?”, “Don’t forget your Igbo o”, on and on and on …

Foreign medical graduates take the ECFMG/USMLE exams to get into residency in the US. These exams are tough, they are expensive, and those of us from Nigeria, had to travel to Ghana to take them, because it was the only country with test centers in West Africa at that time. After scaling each exam with one try, I applied for residency. After my experience with the entire process, I became a believer in the power of speaking one’s destiny into existence. I applied (from my home in Nigeria) to a total of seventy-five different residency programs. Eight of them responded, six turned me down, and only two invited me for interviews. In the process of raising money for my trip, obtaining a visa from the US Embassy, and finally “coming to America”, I made it just in time for my interview at Miami Children’s Hospital, but I arrived at Washington D.C, one day late for my interview at Howard University Hospital.

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Now I need to explain to you that while I was in Nigeria, I somehow managed to keep and maintain a line of communication with the secretary of the department of pediatrics at Howard University Hospital. I called her frequently, closely following the progress of my application, and folks, that singular act, ended up saving the day. She amazingly recognized my voice, the lady that had been bugging her all the way from Nigeria! Thankfully, she was able to secure another spot for an interview for me, only by the good grace of God. I must mention here, what my odds were: I was a day late for my interview, there were over 4000 applicants, there were fourteen positions, and I got matched! How’s that for fulfilling my destiny?

As a “newbee” in America, I had many memorable firsts. My first greyhound bus ride from New York to the Nation’s Capital, the first Bratwurst hot dog I ate on the streets of New York, the sounds and smells of the subway stations of Washington D.C and New York, the sheer number of homeless people on the streets, the huge number of teen-aged mothers pushing baby strollers on every corner of the streets of Queens, my first encounter with a flasher on a Brooklyn-bound New York subway train, etc… but the cherry on top was undoubtedly the golden opportunity to train at Howard University, and to have matched at my very first try!

Residency itself, was not particularly difficult. The hospital had enough Nigerian residents and faculty for my comfort. However, as a recent immigrant, I had to adjust my ears to understand the American English, its many accent(s), and its unique vocabulary. I remember especially having a hard time with phrases like “glove compartment” not pigeon hole, “flash light” not torch light, and “diaper rash” not nappy rash. Never mind the new spellings of words like color not colour, tire not tyre, pediatrics, not paediatrics or estrogen, not oestrogen. I also had to re-learn old medications with new names like “Tylenol”, instead of Paracetamol/Panadol, “Amoxicillin” not Ampiclox, and the fact that there are absolutely no antimalarials, or typhoid medications being prescribed anywhere! I was puzzled by the fact that most people I met were impressed by my English language and vocabulary. “Where did you learn how to speak English?” they’d ask, “You ain’t gat no kids at twenty-seven years old?” and one of my favorites was “How did you get to America, did you fly? to which I would usually respond “No, I sailed on La Amistad to the shores of Georgia, and swam the rest of the way”(seriously??, rolling eyes emoji), and there was the occasional “So you are Nigerian, do you happen to know Hakeem Olajuwon?”, to which I would gladly say “No, but maybe you know Michael Jordan?”… I tell ya…! SMH

I eventually completed residency, got married, moved to South Carolina and started a private practice. With a J-1 VISA, I had to start up in a Health Professional Shortage Area (HPSA) in Lancaster county, South Carolina. I adjusted well. I had one son at the time, and my practice was doing okay, until one fateful day, a disgruntled mom reminded me that I was far away from home with the words, “Go back to your country and stop taking our jobs!” I’m like…what? These words came from an unemployed citizen who felt I had to give her child antibiotics for a cold or else…(…more eye rolling) Funny enough, these days, I sometimes ponder on her words, how she could have ever imagined I was taking her job? or how I could have been of any sort of threat to her source of livelihood? Other than that, and a few other interesting comments like “Ma’am, I love your accent”, or “Doc, I don’t want to mess up your name, so I will just spell it out”, or, “You have an accent, is it Jamaican?” life in these united states has for the most part, been good.

It has been nearly twenty-five years since I first came into this country, nervous, afraid, but bright-eyed and determined to get into residency, at none other than the Howard University Hospital.

H.U!

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“Obstacles do not block the path, they are the path”       -anonymous

 “I didn’t come this far, to only come this far”       -anonymous

“Believe in yourself and all that you are, and know that there is something inside you that is greater than any obstacle…”          – Christian D Larson

 

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My name is Uchenna Umeh (oochaynnah oomay). I am a pediatrician, a wife, a mom, a disabled veteran, a "doc-preneur" in the making, and an exercise enthusiast!

34 thoughts on “My name is Dr. Uchenna Umeh and I am an immigrant (Physician)”

  1. Such an amazing journey!!! And you perseverance through everything that came at you is amazing!! This is inspirational and It makes me want to push that myself harder!

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    1. Yes, yes, just do it, dear… you gat this!!! and know that if you ever need inspiration, I am a FB message away…

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  2. My dear sis,
    I am so proud of your blogs thus far . I had similar experiences when I newly arrived years past. It is very hard for many people to actually comprehend what life has been to all of us. Congratulations on a job well done!

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    1. Thanks aunty… thank you so much. I even forgot to mention that they always asked me if I knew Hakeem Olajuwon, to which I would respond, “no, but do you know Michael Jordan?”…;0)

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  3. UU,
    You have “experienced”, overcome, adjusted, grown, achieved, lost, discovered, cried, smiled, et al. You live “life” Well done & continue to do your best. I wish you God’s guidance & peace.

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  4. Congratulations to you DR Uchenna Umeh on all your great accomplishments and I am so proud of you as your friend and also a Nigrian immigrant. You have steadfast, worked hard and uphold what you are passionate about and that is Medicine. I Can definitely attest to that as one of your good friends. I strongly believe nothing is by accident in life especially when it has to do with all your great accomplishments and success. It is the hard work you have put into it every single blessed day. May you continue to flourish so that you can fulfill your purpose on this face of the earth.
    Keep Trucking !!!!! and God bless you.

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    1. This is SOOOO cool Shade! Many many many thanks for this! I appreciate you from the bottom of my heart…my friend…

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  5. Uche,
    This is a wonderful piece of work.
    I have always known you to be a hard worker. I know, this is just the beginning of the great things God has in store for you. Bravo n keep up the good work 👏👏👏

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    1. Thanks Meg!!!
      I am grateful for your comments.
      Well appreciated.
      I will keep them coming.
      Please hit the plus sign at the bottom right of your screen and subscribe 😁

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  6. Dr. Umeh what a wonderful piece! You are one awesome strong woman. I had the pleasure to meet you in South Carolina. You help my son, who was premature, to become a health baby. You always took your time with him. You told me one time that my baby will be brilliant and boy was you right. My son birthday was on Wednesday. He is 11 now and very active. I will never forget all that you have done for us. I miss you dearly but you are doing an awesome and am sooooo very proud of you. Oh and the baby I was talking about you had his name on file as “Little Stuart”. You would always call him that when I use to bring him in your office. His real name is Jabez Richmond. And again thank you so very much for all you did for my baby.

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    1. Oh my God!!
      I remember Lil Stuart!!!
      Thank you SO much for reaching out to me!!
      Please could you find me on FB?
      I NEED to see his picture!!
      I can’t believe he is 11!!!!!

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  7. Interesting read Big Sis. Surprised you were not asked if you cut off your tail.
    Looking forward to write ups on paediatrics. God bless you.

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    1. Thanks sis. That’s so true, lol
      You might not find any Peds-specific words here. It is a personal space. I am however starting another blog AND a podcast that will deal with medical stuff…;0)

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  8. I love LOVE this!! Brilliant piece! I felt like we were having a conversation! Wow. Your drive is very inspiring and that’s why you are where you are now. Even in high school you were driven! Hard work and focus pays, thank you for telling us your story! Love you 😘😘

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