As an aspiring UT student striving to eventually travel the world to aid underdeveloped countries in public health, I believe that this GMT trip will provide me with an impeccable environment that will allow me to directly experience healthcare, all the while making life long friends in the longhorn community. Being a part of GMT has been a wonderful experience and has allowed me to explore many unique opportunities pertaining to the medical field. From personal experience, I can relate to the relief and gratitude felt when patients are treated with care and hospitality. My brother was diagnosed with Thalassemia Major, a type of blood cancer that in which children experience severe anemia. Thanks to the help of the medical staff, my brother
Kicker, a 3 year-old boy, who has never been to a doctor, never received any type of shot or poke, eaten a clean, nutrient dense diet throughout his short three years and never had anything toxic on his skin, was sitting in the cold hospital room waiting for news of a diagnosis. Nurses came in and out of the waiting room, bringing in needles, advice, paperwork and machines. All of which were intimidating to a 3 year-old and his mother, Season, who happened to be a holistic nutritionist. A nurse came into the waiting room and informed Season that an Oncologist needed to speak with her. At that moment, Season began holding her jaw tight to fight back the tears knowing that Oncologist specialized in cancer.
Institutions that offer health care play an important role in America’s society. Many of these institutions treat all kinds of diseases, but some medical facilities specialize not only according to the illness but also to the age group that is treated. One such institution is St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital which is located in Memphis, Tennessee. St. Jude investigators have the freedom to focus on making discoveries to find cures and saving children’s lives. St. Jude is leap in the right direction for caring and helping children with cancer.
In addition to my professional experiences, I’ve had personal experiences that further highlight how important it is to be sensitive to other cultures and the human condition. Last year I lost my father after a 4 year battle with cancer. The experience I had as his primary caregiver has made me more appreciative of the human condition. Throughout the years of doctor’s appointments and procedures, I
I enjoyed reading your post. During my clinical rotation, I had the opportunity to be part of hospital huddle. The physician, surgeon, dietitian, assigned nurse, charge nurse as well as the parents of the patient’s (minor) were all present discussing the patient health status from the day of admission to current day (day of huddle). Each member was getting a turn to give their insight of the patient’s health condition, plan of care, and new approach that can be taken to improve patient outcomes. During the huddle, the parents were given the opportunity to ask questions about the treatment plan, surgery options and any other concerns they may have. Then, the surgeon explained the risks and advantages of the surgery, how the surgery
Our scenario takes place in the cancer center of peace health hospital in spring field. As people know the cancer is the most horrible disease in the world. That is not because of cancer is often incurable but the fear of caner is usually more fatal than cancer itself. The peace health hospital is one place in Eugene to treat patient and encourage them to be optimistic, to feel that they are being cared for and listened to. Meanwhile the WVCI clinic as the biggest area of cancer treatment, their stuffs need to do a lot of work during the time they stay with cancer patients. Today, as an interviewer, I will now take you behind the scenes to let you know how these guys work.
This charity programs have traditionally been built on three parts; reducing the financial barriers to treatment, support systems to soften the family stress that’s linked with transplantation or cancer treatment, and developed with the opening of the Kids Beating Cancer Pediatric Transplant Center. Kids Beating Cancer Pediatric is an exceptional facility providing treatment for children needing transplants to survive their disease. Kids Beating Cancer removes barriers to treatment for children with cancer, leukemia, and sickle cell. Parents seek their services in need of a marrow or stem cell transplant providing support for the families as they facing a challenging situation towards a cure. They also provides the pre-transplant testing
Working as an oncology nurse has been a life changing experience. I have grown not only as a nurse, but also as a person. My eyes have been opened to the value of life, and not just life itself, but the precious thing that is a healthy life. I cannot count the number of patients from the beginning of my nursing career until now that have told me, “Well, I just didn’t think my symptoms were a big deal” or “The doctor told me I needed additional tests but it didn’t seem important at the time and I didn’t have any money”. The lack of patient education and provider follow-up in situations such as these is disheartening to observe. Experiences I have had with patients combined with their life stories have fueled my desire to become a family nurse practitioner. A healthy life is something that I want everyone to know.
Hospitals are not the best places; no one wants to stay, but one was my favorite place for six months. People think of hospitals as some place to sit and wait for bad news. Brunswick hospital is the hospital I visited every day. It had plain white walls, red seats to sit in while waiting, and had a great staff. I was in sixth grade living life as any normal eleven year old. Life was a breeze. Then on February twenty-sixth, my whole world changed. My mother found out she had stage three Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. “Mom was going to die,” was the only thing running though my little scatter brain. She would not see my graduate or follow my dreams.
Back when I was not sure, I aimed to find out more about what healthcare means for people today by volunteering. It was through this at the Orlando Regional Medical Center that I began to understand. I witnessed firsthand the kindness and empathy medicine requires of its practitioners. Consoling and guiding patients were my primary responsibilities, along with restocking supplies, helping transfer patients, and guiding visitors to their loved ones. I learned to work with people recovering from surgery, terminal patients, and many others only wanting company; I listened to them, wished them a happy birthday, or simply sat with them while they told me about their lives, their struggles, or how they met their spouses. A human connection was essential.
On a warm April morning, a vase full of yellow tulips sat on the table next to my seven-year-old sister’s hospital bed. Across the colorful Phoenix Children’s Hospital room my mom and stepdad sat reading medical journals and any information they could find on Austyn’s new diagnosis, Type 1 Diabetes. My family and I were heartbroken, she was so young and did not deserve any of the problems she had to cope with. However, she did deserve the highest medical treatment and facilities we could reach. The doctors came in every day with smiles and presents for her, and with support and information for my parents.
After losing my aunt to cancer, I realized the best way I can make a difference in society is by providing the optimum quality of healthcare to others in need. Throughout my Internal Medicine clerkship, I experienced the complex excogitation involved in managing patients with multiple co-morbidities, while maintaining patience and compassion needed to care for an individual as a whole. I took great pride in patient education, empowerment and guidance in all of my patient encounters, which is vital in Internal
Each of these individuals took time out of their schedules and consoled with my family. They had explained the treatment plan in detail, precautions, risks, and had answered all of our questions. At the age of thirteen I didn’t understand much of the details the doctors had explained. Although, I knew my father had cancer and he needed to be treated. I saw my father undergo a thirteen-hour surgery, hyperbaric oxygen therapy, chemotherapy and radiation, and rehab. My father was strong enough and defeated cancer. This life experience has influenced me to become a physical therapist because I saw my father undergo physical therapy. By undergoing therapy sessions, he was able to walk on his own without a walker and speak more fluently. Seeing my dad defeat cancer for the second time, motivates me to work harder and help others going through such situations. I hope I have the opportunity to provide and care for patients and their families as the
During my second semester in the UW-Madison Nursing School, I had the opportunity to be placed at Hematology/Oncology –B6/6 at UW Health University Hospital for my clinical rotation. During that clinical rotation, I was able to interact with the people
As a young girl, I dreamed of growing up and becoming many different things. I wanted to be a princess, a journalist, and even a forensic pathologist. But during the summer of 2012, all of those dreams floated away and my life was forever changed. That summer, I got the wonderful opportunity to volunteer at Children’s Hospital of Alabama in Birmingham. I held several positions during my time there. I entertained children in the clinic waiting rooms and helped patients and their families navigate around the hospital. But my absolute favorite place to be was the oncology clinic. There, I met a young girl with leukemia who would come in for treatment during my volunteer shift. She was the happiest little human that I had ever come in contact with.
Hospitals are uncomfortable. You’re sick, you don’t always know what's going on and you in a foreign environment away from friends and family. Unless you make the hospital your family. I was born and diagnosed with multiple medical problems. One of my big diseases is Common Variable Immunodeficiency an immunodeficiency that 1 out of every 50,000 people are diagnosed with. 3 out of 4 of my brothers including myself were diagnosed with this disease. So going back to what I said earlier the hospital isn’t a foreign place for me it is my home I was with my family. However that doesn’t mean I wasn’t ever scared. I was, several times especially when I was young needles hurt and your body can do funny things. But through the scary and confusing times I was lucky to be blessed with a patient advocate or child life specialist someone to hold my hand through the scary times. To support me and my parents through the lonely times. Who gave us the best of times in the worst of situations. I benefitted from this community and I’d be more than happy to