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Danielle Maestas June 16, 2015 CCU Application Essay Helping others has always been a core value in my life. I knew, at a very young age, that someday my role in life would be to help others on a daily basis. Over the years, I sought after employment in positions that would satisfy my passion for servanthood. As I got older, I felt like there was more I was capable of doing. My Grandparents have had a remarkable impact on my life. They raised my brother and I for a majority of our lives. In 2009, my Grandfather was diagnosed with prostate cancer, which was rapidly spreading throughout his body. During the last months of his life I took on the role as his caregiver. At the time I did not have any prior medical training. The ability to care

During her career as a pediatric nurse, she became very connected with a patient who happened to be her first death encounter. At the time, the patient was a six-year-old boy who was diagnosed with leukemia. ML said: "When I was caring for this patient, I was a mother myself. Seeing that boy and his family suffer gave me so much heartache… it was hard not to make it personal." The more she worked with this child, she observed the pain and suffering him and his family had to go through. She also learned about him and the family dynamics which enabled ML to help the patient and the family become well involved in understanding one another and guide care towards an agreement that everyone was satisfied with. As I reached for the tissue box to hand it to her, I rephrased the story to confirm the understanding of the story. She nodded and continued on talking about things she has done for the patient. Being a mother and a nurse, she believed in providing this child with what a healthy boy would be doing at his age. ML's strategies involved promoting short physical activities, playing games, and encouraging the parents to participate in such activities if possible; ML wanted to provide a lighter atmosphere around the unit and help the patient disregard the diagnosis even if it was just for a little while. Over the past few months, she continued to assist this patient as his

Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, 7-year-old me swung my feet back and forth under the generic, time-worn furniture and anxiously wrung my sweaty palms. I’d been to the doctor’s before, but with each returning yearly visit the dread that sunk to the bottom of my gut never shrunk. “Jillianne Carrasco?” The nurse called. My stomach turned. I began to shoot my mother a pleading look, but she wasted no time in grabbing my hand and leading me to the smiling nurse waiting at the door, and we both followed her through the pasty white halls to a customary exam room. The nurse closed the door behind us and asked me to take a seat on the crinkly tissue paper cot. She smiled warmly, likely taking note of my nervous breathing and shaky hands.

This hospital is affiliated with Compassionate Care Hospice, which allowed me to meet Nancy. Nancy pleasantly confirmed consent for me to interview her over a span of two days. Nancy has been diagnosed with inoperable pancreatic cancer. The first memories Nancy could recall was when she was four years old. She is the eldest of three sisters and she grew up on a farm in New Jersey. She remembers learning how to milk a cow, her father taught her. She grew up with a mother and a father. Her mother was strict but still a loving woman. Her father was the head of the household, the only male, and “he ran the show”. Her sisters were both younger, one is two years younger and the other is four years younger. Nancy’s grandmother died of lung cancer when she was ten years old, her grandmother was of great importance to her. Church was a huge part of her life, she grew up as a Roman Catholic. She has had the measles three times and the chicken pox. She never had any dangerous accidents or was ever in a dangerous situation. Nancy enjoyed being a girl and loved playing with her

I have perpetually felt that we, as individuals, are born with an innate devotion to aid those in need-an impassioned, inborn perseverance and commitment to help mitigate the pain of those in suffering. It was not until my experience as a dental intern in an underserved neighborhood of Orlando that these words came to reality. After his diagnosis of oral cancer, counseling Reese became a mixed blessing; even though his disease presented a palliative treatment plan with an approach from the dental aspect, it would slowly rob him of life as he knew it. Confronting him with this discovery was life changing on its own and connecting with him became my own personal effort. It was from such intimate patient contact where I discovered the true beauty of dental medicine.

She looked pale, lethargic, and dishevlled sitting in her wheelchair. The pungent odor from her 2 week old gauge was beginning to fill the room. It was clear she was suffering from a medical condition which was being poorly managed. Omar Staples,PA-C removed the bandages and the once fluid filled lesions had burst open and the contents were permeating the gauge causing a decaying odor. This patient was suffering from cutaneous complications due to poor management of her diabetes. Watching Omar talk to her while he was changing her bandages allowed me to observe why patients felt more relaxed and comfortable about sharing their health care concerns with him. I felt a deep sense of empathy for this patient that I had felt before as an undergraduate volunteering with the 'Adopt-a-grand person ' program. As project coordinator I worked to alleviate the loneliness among senior citizens in various nursing homes within New Orleans through games, arts & crafts, and friendly conversation.

Consequently, in 2002, she was admitted to the hospital. The nursing staff supported my family and mum through the difficult time with much empathy and care. This experience helped me to realise the impact such illness might have on the patient and their relatives as well as appreciate how fulfilling being a nurse would be in such circumstances. Unfortunately, she passed away at the age of 44, however, I had the desire to make a more positive impact on the lives of people with poor health and disability.

Immense amount of anxiety and palms drenched in sweat: incentives for why I’ve never felt comfortable in a hospital environment. However, these incentives alone didn’t keep me away from them. As an adolescent with a weakened immune system (caused constant sickness), it was inevitable for me to have frequent checkups. Being in a constant state of illness it was crucial to follow the directions of my nurse. Not only did my nurse, Mrs. Lam, devote herself towards getting me healthy, she was able to ease my nerves, and create a safe atmosphere that allowed me to become quite fond of the hospital surrounding. My admiration for Mrs. Lam and her dedication, ensued a new-found respect, as well as, compassion towards the career of nursing.

strength in both legs causing him to fall down. He was struggling with getting up as he

The hypothesis for the dog’s experiment of sense of smell was rejected. The data used for the experiment does not support the hypothesis because testing each dog seven times gave both of the dogs both having an equal chance of winning four or more wins. The younger dog had the faster time with 1 min and 24 seconds, the younger dog had won 5 times and had its time decreased. The older dog started off with the time of 1 minute and 55 seconds and decreased too. The older dog won 2 times out of 7. The average of each day is 53 seconds. I think the data turned out the way it did because the dogs are two different ages first of all. I thought that the older dog would have a better chance because of being older and wiser but she only won 2 out of 7 times. A couple outside factors that I think could of changed the experiment are having the dogs go outside before the experiment, shutting a door so they couldn’t see the treat being hidden, or if they had been eating before the experiment started and where food was already on her mind. I think using a stopwatch changed a lot of things because it took longer and made the data table round. I think that there were many outside factors but the list would be two long to list.

The next room should have been, but was not, outfitted like a hospital room. I held my breath and listened, in awe, to deep laboured breathing fill the cramped space. All alone, on a tiny cot in the corner, the patient looked abandoned like an afterthought. Skin-coloured lumps, of differing shapes and sizes, smothered the patient's face and body wiping out any evidence identifying age or gender. The guide explained that the lumps were also inside every organ. She offhandedly, remarked, "This woman is 20 years old and will die sometime today." Horrified, I whispered, "Please don't talk like that in front of her." The guide shook her head and said, "It doesn't really matter. She can't hear us and even if she could, she wouldn't understand.”

My blood runs deep through the hills of Southeastern Missouri and around the swollen bends of the Mississippi river. We are proud of our heritage, whose roots extend across the flat lands of the Midwest. Beneath the plump belly and peppered hair of my father resides a man who was brought up on a farm. His father cultivated the rich land and raised livestock. He was also successful in his endeavors of climbing the corporate ladder at McDonnell Douglas, which is where my father is employed today. My mother, whose swollen feet and tanned skin tell the story of her hard-working nature, grew up in a strict household in Alton, Illinois. By being around a skilled housekeeper throughout childhood, my mother has learned the art of balancing motherhood and employment as a nurse and being exceptionally good at both. Her big heart and unbreakable compassion has carried her for over thirty years as a nurse who has emotionally and physically changed the lives of others.

With a lump in my throat, I hesitantly entered the room of a patient newly admitted to the hospitalist service. The sunken face of the woman inside was not the same plump and smiling face that was once so familiar. She had been my advanced studies teacher in grade school, and now she was my patient with a devastating diagnosis of stage IV breast cancer. We spent time together each day, talking about past memories and my future plans, and upon her discharge from the hospital she thanked me for my compassionate treatment with a heartfelt card.

While still in high school I worked at a local Subway in my home town of Howard City, Michigan. I worked there for two years, and at the latter part of my first year I obtained a “regular”. Each Wednesday this middle aged man would come in and order the exact same thing, and we would casually chat back and forth. It has now been three years since the day that I met my “regular”, and our relationship has been maintained strictly by our mutual love for the nursing field. For the sake of this paper, I will call this man by the pseudonym of Peter. Peter has become a sort of mentor to me, guiding me in the right direction as I make my way through my nursing major. Besides his knowledge of nursing and the health field, I recently realized just how little I knew about Peter and his past, and decided to choose him for my life history paper. I asked Peter if he would like to be my interviewee and he quickly accepted. Through his interview, I learned more about Peter’s life than I had ever thought imaginable, and now I get to share it with you!

I looked away as the syringe needle slowly pierced into his wrinkled skin. I could sense the sting just by looking at his facial expression. This is the daily routine for my paternal grandfather who is living with type two diabetes. As I continued to observe him, I noticed his blank stare towards the empty ceiling. It was another sign that he was in a different place as he also suffers from Alzheimer's. While my grandfather suffers from diabetes and Alzheimer's, my maternal grandmother has been diagnosed with Lyme disease and early stages of dementia. In both cases, I was in a predicament where I was incapable of aiding either grandparent. However, after visiting my grandfather in the hospital this past summer, I witnessed a staff of nurses