Medicine As A Career Life

When I was younger, I fell off my bed and cracked my head on the bed frame. I was sent to the emergency room and was given stitches. I had to keep going to the doctors for check-ups and me being a child, I was curious of the doctors and always asked them many questions about their occupation. At a young age I became very interested in the medical field. My mother being a surgical technologist and my ex-stepfather being a CRNA, I fell in love with the health care system and that’s when I knew I wanted to help others by becoming a nurse anesthetist.

Growing up I seen my mom, aunts, uncles and grandfather struggle with the death of my grandmother. Everyday there was a new struggle whether it was getting up to go to work or eat. My grandmother died of breast cancer at the age of fifty two, it devastated my family. The question asked “Is why do I want to go into the medical field?” I want to go into the medical field because I want to be able to make a difference in this world. I want to do research to cure chronic diseases, I want to be able to tell a family that everything will be alright, and I want to be able to save a family the devastation that my family felt.

I’ve always known I wanted to help people, but I didn’t know exactly how I was going to do it. My sister has influenced me to pursue a career in the healthcare. At the young age of 20, my sister was told that she was in stage 3 renal failure. At the time I was only 16 years old and still trying to figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, getting news like that was difficult to absorb. The constant doctor visits made me realize a health profession is what I was going to do. The incredible doctors and nurses who have been a part of my family’s journey have left a huge impact on me. The compassion, drive, and dedication to not only their work but to their patients have woken

I shadowed Dr. Martin Skie at the University of Toledo Medical Center when I started contemplating a career as a physician. He is an orthopedic surgeon and I had the privilege to shadow during several surgeries, and throughout clinical rotations. I spent over fifty hours shadowing him over the course of a month. I also had the opportunity to shadow Dr. Zachary Ginsberg, an intensivist, in Kettering Medical Center’s intensive care unit. I was able to discuss the patients, their conditions, the lab results, imaging studies, medications, procedures, and the science behind the thought process while shadowing for over one hundred hours over several months. Both opportunities provided insight into different specialties and sparked my interest.Since

"BOOM!" "BANG!", went my mom of her feet onto the floor! I ran over to help pick her up off the floor. I got her into the bed and checked for any scrapes or bruises. After I got her all patched up and comfortable I came to realize that the last time this happened she hadn't had her medicine in days. So I proceeded to give her the correct medication and stayed over the next few days to nurse her back to health. Over those few days even at a young age, I realized that the medical field was just for me. I enjoyed doing what I did to help my mom and wanted to continue to help others the same way I helped her.

I have been able to see the joy on a child’s face when they finally make a shot, the joy on their face when they learn how and when to cross the street, and the joy on their face when they realize that they have the potential to be anything they want to be in life. Being able to watch this all happen has allowed me to realize that I want to see these kinds of amazing reactions every day for the rest of my life. On top of this, I want to be the one to allow them to have this reaction. To me, it is the best feeling in the world when I know that I have helped someone do something they felt they couldn’t do before. This being said, my volunteer work has persuaded me into the direction of the medical field. I feel this has happened because the medical field gives me an enormous variety of ways to impact lives

My grandmother is a second mother to me as my parents were busy working to support our family. She has raised me to become the person I am today. I just started college when I learned that my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She went through a major surgery removing more than half of her right breast. I independently researched and studied medical vocabulary, so as to understand what the surgeons, PAs and nurses were communicating when caring for her. Recovering from surgery was difficult for my grandmother, and during this time, I encountered various medical staff trying their best to help. They often came to me and explained how her condition was to keep me and my family informed. At this moment, I began to grow my passion toward medical profession. I wanted to care for others like they had cared for my family. Thanks to these medical professionals, to this day my grandmother is healthy and cancer-free.

Ever since I was a young girl I loved to help others. I always loved seeing the person’s eyes light up and give me that beautiful smile as they say the words “thank you.” It’s with these wonderful things that give me the insurance that I want to be a doctor. This way I get to help people who have been in indescribable pain; both physically and emotionally, and threw that career I can experience that same kindling joy that I do now. My Mom always told me that I had healing hands.

Cancer’s a bitch! When I was 11 years old I lost my father, a 35 year old non-smoker, to lung cancer. Before the death of my dad, I had always wanted to be a scientist when I grew up. The overwhelming beauty and complexity of nature fascinated me. Watching my father slowly lose his fight with cancer was my first real push towards wanting to study medicine. Later experiences volunteering in hospitals, shadowing physicians, and watching my little sister’s boyfriend struggle through his own fight with a brain tumor only furthered and solidified my passion for medicine. Though I have had some rough patches in my life, I consider myself lucky in that I have seen and experienced things that most people never get to in their lifetimes. These experiences have given me me the chance prove myself able to deal with stress while performing academically, and have shaped me in ways that will make me a more aware and well rounded physician in the future.

When I met a friend in my junior year of high school, I discovered a curiosity and passion for learning that I never saw in myself before. You see, my friend has chronic illnesses, and her daily life was full of pain, emotions, and falling! I couldn't help but ask about her lifestyle and conditions, and she wholeheartedly told me about how she had grown up losing her athleticism and strength and struggled to get diagnoses for her many conditions such as gastroparesis, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, and postural orthostatic tachychardia syndrome, shortened as POTS. These conditions all make her life extremely difficult; She had difficulty digesting food, as her stomach was partially paralyzed, she constantly dislocated joints and damaged nerves, causing her to become prone to falling, and she had trouble walking for even short periods of time without passing out. Learning about her conditions made me wonder - how could she possibly enjoy life with all of her hardships and unanswered questions? She then told me about her journey of getting answers. As a relatively young patient, it was difficult to find doctors who were both knowledgeable about her illnesses and willing to believe that she actually suffered from so many. She grumbled about rude doctors, and happily raved about the kind and patient ones! Seeing how health professionals had affected her life depending on their willingness to learn inspired me to also pursue a career in health, which brings

I think as doctors and nurses, most of us have had that defining moment in our lives when we knew we were supposed to be in medicine. For me, that moment was about twenty years ago. I was outside helping my mom in the front yard. She was pushing a lawnmower and tripped over a root. She fell hard to the ground splitting her knee open to the bone. I ran inside the house; not to get my dad, but to go get a towel and bandages to stop the bleeding. I begged and pleaded with my mother to let me come with her to the ER. Reluctantly she gave in and agreed to let me come. From the moment I walked in the door, I was fascinated with everything I saw. The doctors and nursing scurrying around, the lights, the sounds; I couldn’t soak it up fast enough. I must have asked that poor ER

As I embark on a career in medicine, I want to select the right institution to prepare me for all hurdles that medicine throws at you. Off all the institutions in the nation, I have to decided to apply to UW-Madison for a plethora of reasons. From all that I have heard and through my thorough research, it is evident that Madison has so much to offer for me. Not only does Madison offer so many opportunites for my intended major, but for my wide range of interests not involving my major.

At a very young age I knew that I wanted to become a doctor or physician assistant, really just anywhere in a medical field. I just realize how important it is to take care of people and support them when they are feeling their worst, and I believe that almost everyone has been impacted by cancer in some way. While in middle and high school, I knew I wanted to get involved in some way to support children, as well as adults, fighting cancer, and aid in the search for a cure. However, I felt like there was little I could do to help people fighting for their lives because I wasn't a doctor or researcher. Then an opportunity arose when I joined my high school's volleyball team freshman year. I learned that the volleyball team held an annual charity tournament in memory of a girl that went to out high school, that unfortunately passed away after battling pediatric brain cancer, and I had finally found my way of making a difference. I began to get really involved setting up and helping run the tournament that raised money for CHOP, and my interest grew from there. I helped run the tournament every year of high school, and also got involved in the mini-THON that my high school ran (called CAM-A-THON, in

Choosing this field is something that has a deep connection with my personal life. Becoming a Diagnostic Medical sonographer would mean that I have accomplished what I have promised someone who is very dear to me. Ever since I was a little, I always wanted to be in the medical field. I always had a big heart and wanted to help people so when I saw the important role that sonographers play in the medical field, it became clear to me that, being a sonographer was exactly what I want to do with my life. In 2007 someone who was very important to me passed away due to gastric cancer. When my grandmother, who was a mother, father, and a friend to me was diagnosed with gastric cancer my world collapsed. It was devastating news not only for me, but also for the whole family. At the time my grandmother didn’t speak English, so it was very hard for her to understand what the doctors and the stuff were saying. During the endoscopy procedure to determine the stage of her cancer, she said it was the sonographer who made her feel calm and treated her with dignity, even though she did not understand her language, that did not stop the sonographer from showing compassion to her patients. So it was that great care and sense of compassion that made me greatly appreciate what sonographers do to help their patients. Seeing the important role that sonographers play in the medical field made me realize that, becoming a sonographer would be fulfilling profession for me that would absolutely fit my

The career that I have chosen to pursue is an Internist (General Physician). In kindergarten, Mrs.Knowles asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up”? My answer was to become a doctor; little did I know that career goal would stick with me for the rest of my life. Growing up, seeing my mother and godmother on their way to becoming medical assistants began to enhance my interest in the medical field.Skimming through their textbooks amazed me on how the human body is so complex yet so captivating. Getting accepted to Hillcrest High School’s Pre-Med Program made me ecstatic. The rigorous science and advanced mathematics courses were beginning to prepare me for my future endeavours. My academic interest in becoming a doctor was evident, but soon, there was an emotional connection. August 31, 2015 is a day I will never forget. My mom had just gotten into a car accident; there were a million thoughts and emotions rushing through me. Arriving at the hospital, I was scared but anxious to see her. When I walked into the room, tears immediately came to my eyes seeing her in a neck brace. Initially, I thought she was in stable condition because she only complained only about a slight back pain. What happened a few moments after she said those words will never be erased from my mind. My mother had a seizure right before my eyes. The doctors rushed in as I remained speechless; it felt as if everything around me was moving but I could not hear a thing. It was a tough night