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I Am Five Years Old And Sick With A Cold

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It’s 9am and little Saigon is bustling. I’m five years old and sick with a cold. My mother drives us to our family physician – the same doctor who has cared for me my whole life. The medical assistant takes me through the basic routine, then my physician and his wife greet us with warm hugs. I have my regular check-up and we are off to the pharmacy. Within the week, I’m feeling like my normal self. Our family physician gave me my first glimpse of how a medical practice operates, from patient care to building a relationship and trust with their patients. The care and treatment I received sparked my interest in medicine.
Fast forward to college and I have become drawn to work in the medical field. I began volunteering at St. John’s Regional Medical Center towards the end of freshman year. One of the experiences that has defined my passion for medicine was during my rotation in the NICU. I learned to communicate with a two-month-old patient through body language. Unlike other patients, he couldn’t express his symptoms, pain, or discomfort in a conventional way; instead, he responded to my attention and caregiving by giggling and imitating sounds. Through these interactions, I was able to interpret his symptoms and needs by seeing whether he furrowed eyebrows or was constantly kicking. Later on that month, I met his mother, and we bonded through our conversations about our families and our individual heritages. I learned of her struggles with motherhood and balancing work and

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