My Personal Life : Events That Changed My Life

After reviewing my life, I have decided my life defining moment was when my family and I moved to Texas from Oklahoma. I consider this move my life changing moment because it changed so many things in my life. This move set the stage for an entirely new life for me. Moving six hours away from the only home I knew certainly called for many changes.

Looking back on my life, there were many difficult times my family and I went through. Those difficult times, however, became my motivation for pursuing a career in the medical field. Growing up my brother had to overcome many different obstacles. At five years old he started talking after we thought he never would. In kindergarten he contracted meningococcal meningitis and was hospitalized for a long period of time. A couple years later his appendix ruptured while waiting in the hospital emergency room. After a couple weeks he had to be transferred to Akron Children’s Hospital where he stayed for another month. During those times

Like I said before, I could not feel anything at the time but the help I got was more than I could have hoped for. I guess I just hoped for anything that would help take the pain away.

February 9th. We watch the nurses prep him for the surgery he’s about to endure. I hardly know what to do with myself, between the constant shaking and crying, I am a mess. I try my best to be strong for him and keep telling myself everything will be okay. We find ourselves again, waiting not-so-patiently for more news. 4 hours later, surgery is over and we are speaking with his surgeon. Thankfully everything went well, metal screws and rods were put in and he’s good as new again; except, not so much. Not following directions during recovery could result in paralyzation, that scares me. I can not worry, though. That’s the worst thing I can do. Each day following has a new goal to be completed on the road to recovery. He struggled with some but was doing fairly well. Issues appeared at the same time he was progressing, he had trouble urinating, eating, and taking long, deep breaths to prevent getting pneumonia. After 8 long days he is released to go home. He was on a very speedy road to recovery, and none of us could be

In the winter of 2013, I lost my father to a rare disease called Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis (HLH). This disease is a life threatening immunodeficiency in which the body makes too many activated immune cells. He suffered bed rest for months on end in the hospital where I, nor any other of his seven children, were able to see him until his last day. I was only in eighth grade and was just starting to learn what it was like being a teenager in high school. Surviving the rest of the year was mentally exhausting and undoubtedly was the most challenging time of my life. It wasn’t until ninth grade when I truly realized I wasn’t the only one affected by the loss of my father. My widowed mother was torn in two and would never be whole

As early as childhood, I have been surrounded by wonderful role models that have influenced my talent of taking care of people. Though my grandmother, aunt, and sister are all nurses and have been role models through this journey, I know that my greatest inspiration to choose a profession of healing was my grandfather. Memories of my greatest companion flood my mind. Old age came with very few repercussions for him, as my grandfather was a strong man. His longevity surprised many in the healthcare field as he lived to ninety-nine on Cheetos, salt, and lack of anything green. I believe his long life was attributed to his daily exercise and loving wife. My grandfather was nearly indestructible, which is why the decline in his health took everyone by surprise. It all started with a case of pneumonia discovered by me at the young age of twelve. I saw my grandfather’s face turn blue and helplessly I screamed for my mother in confusion and fear. For the following months, I assisted my grandmother and mother in taking care of all my grandfather's need. I would watch as he would take medication upon medication and question why his health was still declining. My faith assisted me in the acceptance of my grandfather’s death and taught me that one cannot save every patient. Sometimes the best thing, and the only thing, you can do is give love, comfort, and a hand to hold. While that lesson

When Lorien was about 12 he noticed he had major back pains. And one day while walking home with a couple of friends he collapsed. After a couple of hours nervously waiting in the E.R, we found out that his white blood cells were actually attacking his spine. For some reason they thought that his spine was a foreign object, and began to break it down. For months we thought we were going to lose him, and twelve years is not enough time for such an amazing boy. Due to this illness, I became much closer to my cousin than ever before. He taught me how to be strong when all odds are against you, and I will never forget how brave he was.

I became detrimentally paralyzed from my past experience, that I promised myself that I would do my very best to communicate with those around me, and tell them exactly what I need in order for them to help me. Since the incident with my brother, I have experience personal growth in the areas of relating to others score of 29, appreciation of life score of 14, and personal strength score of 14. I have developed closer relationships with others. They may have not experienced the same experience as I have, but they all showed empathy throughout it all. At the time of when the situation occurred, I have not express to my family or friend how much I was in pain. However expressing myself to my loved ones was a huge weight that lifted over my shoulders. I came out on the other side standing with great supporters to help me get through the difficult times. The most human thing all of us are guilty of, is fear. Fear of death and the unknown, of fear born of fear. We kill for fear, hate for fear, love for fear, mate for fear but fear separates. In the end, fear keeps you and I apart, and yet isn’t it funny that fear is the very thing we have shared since the day of our births. If we could just recognize that we are both scared, you and I would instead build strength on that fear. You know that fear is always going to be there, but it’s how we use it that determines the kind of people we

Four years prior, my older brother had passed away in a car accident. His choice to become a donor changed my life and sixty-three others. His donated graft not only was a gift that allowed me to move physically, but it allowed me to move forward mentally. After my doctor communicated he had successfully reconstructed my ACL, I began my attempt to transform society by becoming a Donate Life advocate. My brother always encouraged me to live my life to the fullest and help others to do so

One of my dad’s good friends, Frank, stops by our house for dinner every once in awhile, to catch up on what my family has been up to. Frank runs a farm and a small roofing/construction business, and was excited to get back to work after ending his cancer treatments and steadily regaining strength and health. The last time Frank stopped by for dinner was in the early spring this past year, he stayed for a while and caught up with my dad, and then headed home. The next day we heard that while he was on his way home, Frank was in a terrible accident and had been ejected from his truck, and sent to a hospital in Syracuse where he was in a medically induced coma. The doctors were alarmed by the fluid and swelling around the spinal cord and hoped that the coma would help reduce the pressure, but it was clear that Frank would be paralysed from the waist down and would not walk again. We were all shocked and felt horrible for Frank, how was he going to run his farm if he could not walk? We assumed that this would destroy Frank and that he would be very upset, but from the moment he found out he kept a positive attitude. Frank would joke, “I guess it is time that I stay in the office and do paperwork and let the boys handle the cows!” He stayed positive and was able to get out of the rehab center quickly and come home. Frank, like Sandy Blatt, has a positive, non-complaining attitude and will

It was one life-changing experience I was seven years old when I became grateful for the things that I had. I remember packing for this big trip my parents were planning for a year now. I precisely recall my mother telling me to go through my closet and pick clothes I did not use to give away, I didn't know why, but I didn't ask, I just did it. As the day got closer I remember my parents had accumulated a great amount of things to give away. I quite didn't understand why they were gathering so many things and for what reason.

Seeing him in pain, hurt me. During those times, all I did was try to encourage him and help him through conquering his own demons; I almost lost my own sense of self in the process. I tried to make his life as comfortable as possible. To do this I would try to start up positive conversations when he was down or find ways he could improve his eating patterns to help his blood sugar levels. On the other hand, while I was so preoccupied with his well being, I was neglecting my own. For instance, I would stay up on my laptop in my lap during the night with my ears open, listening to his movements until morning, because I would be worried if he would have another diabetic hypoglycemia seizure while he was sleeping. On average, I would sleep a minimum of four hours for the next year. Seeing him struggle through having mental illness and diabetes, I decided I wanted to make my life’s work helping those who were experiencing the same kind of issues. I want to help relieve some pain like I did for my dad, and try to make their lives a tad bit easier to bear in the process.

This experience inspired me to pursue a career in medical research. My goal is to help people who undergo similar struggles as my brother by understanding the science behind these illnesses and inventing new drugs to cure it. To better understand how the health system works,

On August 6, 1999 a beautiful baby girl was born, as my Father would have said. That beautiful baby girl is me, Molly Nicole Moser. However, when my brother and I came out of our Mothers womb, we were swept away. The nurses wouldn’t let my parents hold us and they rushed me to the NICU. I was then put on a ventilator within a half hour after being born. My brother Matthew, was also rushed to the NICU and was put on a vent around 11:30 that night. My family went to see my brother and me, but could only look through the window. There were bright lights shining over me because I had jaundice. Jaundice is a pretty common disease for newborns. Jaundice is a medical condition in which yellowing of the skin or whites of the eyes, arising from excess

Everyone has that one experience that makes them look at life with a new set of eyes. My life changing experience happened a little earlier than most. It was the summer before first grade. We had gotten an exceptional amount of rain in the past months even though it was summer. I did not notice, though, because summer was every six year old's favorite holiday, next to Christmas and their birthday. My summer was supposed to be like any other but it quickly took a turn. For the best or for the worst? That is debatable.