Personal Narrative: A Career In Medicine

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

Squeaking shoes, running fast, comfy scrubs that make it easy to move fast, shiny stethoscopes that help nurses hear patient's hearts beat. These are some of the things that nurses do everyday at work. Along with helping patients there are many tasks that nurses do every day in a variety of locations that not only take a toll on them physically but mentally as well.

Everyone’s passion is different, whether it’d be drawing, cooking, fashion, etc. Mine so happens to be learning about health. Choosing this as my passion was easy because learning how the body works and how it reacts to different viruses and diseases or medicine is fascinating. I also enjoy helping others and putting their needs before mine. This passion takes me into building a career out of it by going into the medical field and becoming an RN. Knowing that becoming an RN won’t be easy won’t change my mind for my career but it will only want me to work harder and not stop trying. The best way to be prepared for the future is planning everything out which is something I will try to do.

Ask someone, and chances are, they’ll argue that health comes first. Doctors say it, parents repeat it, media promotes it, but in actuality, not many of those who suggest making health a priority can truly say that they’ve never jeopardized their health, whether that be through something as small as skimping on sleep or as big as stressing themselves out, for their job. While some might not consider it one, maintaining a certain BMI is another health benefit that goes neglected, especially in modeling, a career that carries the stigma of only consisting of starving girls who need to “eat a burger”. Luckily, I never had to worry about my weight mainly because I danced 22 hours a week, something I could maintain in middle school only because I was homeschooled. Once I started high school, however, I found it hard to stick to this rigorous schedule, so it wasn’t long

This was the same patient that I had delivered warm blankets to, that I was face-to-face with earlier before knowing of his condition. At that moment the reality of impermanence hit me. I saw how the incurability of a disease and medicine merged and how real the problems that medicine seeks to resolve truly are. I was thirty feet away from a dying man and five feet away from a doctor trying to wrestle with the man’s eventual death. To many, this experience would have been depressing, a dream-crusher that showed the shortcomings of medicine’s ability to stop death in its tracks. However, this experience of being close to medicine and death at once was an experience that humbled me, an experience that called me closer towards my desire to do all that I can to heal through medicine.

Three years ago my grandpa got very sick, and was admitted into Hospice. Every day I watched as CNA’s and nurses took care of him, helping our family. The support of those caregivers made me want to be a CNA for the summer, and possibly pursue a career in the medical field. Helping people has always been a passion of mine. The happiness I feel by helping others, is what I strive for. Compassion and kindness are two of my most valued traits. I would not be the person I am today without them.

Well the doctor office I normally go, they are nice and polite. I never have problems when I go there. The last time I went which was a couple months ago, the lady at front desk was very unprofessional. She had her pants unbuttoned, playing her music loud, and she was popping her gum. I never seen her before because I usually go earlier in the day. I was very disgusted. The whole time I was talking to her I was thinking is she serious. I could not believe she really like that at her job. I wanted to tell somebody who could do something about it but I did not want to go through some whole extra stuff. I was very amazed that she was hired on though. As a medical assistant, I would make sure I had my hair pulled back and my scrubs were clean and

The sharp scent of chlorine fills my nostrils as I crane over the microadjuster, determining whether my Platinum/Iridium wire tip is done reacting. Waving away the fumes, I observe the bubbles fizzling out, turn the voltage off, and twist the tip out of the machine. At 163 nanometers wide, it’s the sharpest tip I’ve etched this summer.

Having lived in three different countries in my childhood, it was a challenge for me to I wade through the unspoken rules of each culture. My Chinese heritage, reminded by my mother’s cooking, complements my penchant for Japanese snacks and trinkets. At the same time, I proudly represent Seattle where I grew up. My friends were often confused by my habits or certain beliefs and my family often did not comprehend what I was learning and struggling with at school. These obstacles were not solved overnight; I slowly learned to understand, taking the advice of many helpful teachers and mentors. I had to learn how to ask for help and advocate for myself. In my pursuit of medicine, I recognize healthcare transcends this cultural barrier, but the

My dad began a series of symptoms from a still-mystery virus. Projectile vomiting colored his face with pale green and guilt. The total lack of control and dependence on my mother struck him to his core—diminishing his pride. Severe rigors kept him from eating, drinking, using the toilet, and sleeping. His calm in spirit contrasted the fire inside my mother and I—infuriated that no lazy hospital bureaucracy would admit him, but only give him fluids. Useless fluids. My mother’s claws ejected once more—the mitochondria of my family. At last, he was admitted. My hatred for the hospital was founded inside the hospital itself. My father resided in a cramped white bed with too many veins stuck, too much skin exposed, and not enough care given. His permanent farmer’s tan was almost invisible, as there was no color showing through his rotten fruit skin. As much as I hated it for him, there was none who hated it more than he did. He kept his calm and brilliant composure with his ‘this too shall pass’ attitude. The days went by and his hatred and calm remained, while his attitude switched. Death was slinking in every corridor, making eye contact with everyone in room

The events occurring during the summer of 2012 opened my eyes to what would become my life’s ambition. I discovered first hand how moments matter and how fragile life can be. My destiny is in the medical field and I am a believer that things happen for a reason.

Scared, nervous, anxious my emotions were all over the place. I didn’t know the interview was going to be a group interview? “Great!” I said to myself, now I have to deal with making myself stand out more. I thought to myself I need this internship so I can be able to look at different careers in the medical field. I need to calm myself down now the interview is about to start. Each time it came to my turn I felt so nervous that I couldn’t get the right words out of my mouth. Nine questions went by and the interview was finally done. I shake hands with both interviewers as I step out the door I felt intimidated by the other applicants. I don’t even know if I aced the interview or completely bombed it.

When I saw my aunt and uncle walk into the waiting room, fresh tear stains streaked upon their cheeks, I knew. When my uncle opened his mouth to say something and nothing came out but a child like squeal, my heart was torn in half. When someone finally said the words ‘she’s gone’ to the family members that had just arrived, getting my extremities cut off of my body one by one would have most certainly hurt less. I shut down and sat in that too clean smelling hospital room, little by little people began to say their good-byes to each other and leave, while I just sat. My grandpa walked in and I looked up at the red neon clock on the wall to see that a hour had passed. Without saying a word, he motioned and walked with me out of the room to the end of the hallway where my sister and cousin were sitting. The corner where the four of us sat, you could look out the windows into a sea of city

When I was younger, my doctor directed me to have surgery to remove a cyst on my arm. Hearing the word surgery, I instantly became anxious. However, I remember my nurse who always reassured me through every step of the way, and before I knew it, I awoke in the PACU lying in bed. My nurse constantly checked on the tubes leading into my arm, writing down any necessary statistics. That is what intrigued me the most at the time: she knew what all those numbers, lines, and symbols meant. Looking around, I did not understand how she knew or why there were so many foreign objects around me. Ever since my surgery, the thought about pursuing a medical career resonated in my thoughts. My thoughts formed my desire to interact and learn about the medical

I haven't died yet, sure, but I'm waiting for it to happen. I think that the doctors have a bet going around on how long I would last, considering that I was losing—and gaining—brain matter every day. As I walked into the examination room, the guy smiled at me. My heart leaped a bit, it was the same guy from yesterday. “Aren't you supposed