Physician Assistant ( Pa )

Living is a gift. Many people in the world are simply alive, but living is rare. There are people that are too sick to enjoy life, the disease that has manifested in the body slowly takes over the mind and rids the mind of joy and radiance. The glow of life slowly diminishes before our eyes and it is truly heart breaking. This person is not just a disease that happens to be hosted in a human. This is a human that happens to have a disease. This person is someone’s parent, someone’s child, someone’s sibling, and someone’s grandparent. This person has memories, hobbies, and loved ones. This person is your patient. Making a difference in just one person’s life is an incredible feat. Being a physician assistant would be making a difference in many

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.

But out of this helplessness, came a strong desire to help and be involved in medicine. I persevered in the study of sciences, volunteering in clinical settings, and had research and internship experiences that have

I believe people everywhere should always have access to adequate medical care. Where you live should not determine whether you live. The PA profession was created to make healthcare more available in rural and underserved areas. As a PA, I would be eager to help people who in the past may have not had the availability to the care they needed. I want to serve those that need medical attention, but don’t have the means to obtain it whether in rural Mississippi, the inner city of Atlanta, or the backwoods of Arkansas. Widening the availability of great medical care is crucial to improving public health, a necessity across this country and the world. I want to be on the front lines of that undertaking as a physician assistant.

Risë Mitchell Personal Statement - BSN to DNP Program, Fall 2016 1 Tell us about your professional experience as a nurse. What have been the challenges and rewards of your career thus far? Ten years ago, I began my journey by enlisting in the Air Force as a Public Health Technician. In 2008, I was selected to attend a program called the Interservice Physician Assistant Program (IPAP). This program trains all branches of the military following the UNMC Physician Assistant curriculum.

His heart had stopped beating. It is hard to describe how I felt in that moment as I am still trying to process my emotions. I remember turning away from the table where the patient lay lifeless, and staring at the sink in the far corner. A single tear rolled down by flushed face. Suddenly, I felt as if my throat was closing in on itself. After a few deep breaths I turned around and began to focus only on the medical treatment being provided. The storm of emotions that was brewing inside of me was kept at bay for the moment. Instantly, I became infatuated with all of the medical procedures that were being performed, central lines, chest compressions, and intubation were all unfolding before my eyes. Watching a code is nothing like how it is portrayed in the movies. Everyone is extremely calm and precise in their actions. Seeing a human heart be shocked is something that I will never forget. When a heart is being shocked, the whole room stops. Time stops. Everyone has their eyes glued to the monitor hoping to see a rhythm appear. A rhythm didn’t appear. I will never forget his skin turning into a grey blue pallor. It is a color I will never forget, for this is the color of imminent death. Compressions begin again, and then it is my turn. I am still shocked that I was able to find the courage to hop up on the stool and deliver chest

It was about 5 years ago that I first realized I wanted to become a doctor .We were invited over for lunch at my father’s colleague’s house. When we finished eating we got to meet his daughter, she was very beautiful and about 3 years my senior. She wore a beanie at home and upon realizing why she had worn it my heart just melted. It was at this time we came to know she had a brain tumor diagnosed at an advanced stage.

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.

The term “Cardiac Arrest” which I had heard from the news since I was young meant nothing to me until it suddenly took away my uncle’s life on …

A man named Joe Tiralosi was dead for 40 minutes in NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital. A medical team had been trying to save his life using a defibrillator, drugs, and compressions. Usually the boundary line for going without a pulse is about 10 minutes, and the doctors thought he may have had some sore or brain damage due to the lack of oxygen getting to his brain, but the attending physician decided to keep the resuscitation attempts going. Finally, after more than 4,500 chest compressions, Joe Tiralosi’s heart started faintly beating again. Though his heart failed again and stopped beating, but the doctors resuscitated him again, and he falls into a coma. After a few weeks, he leaves the hospital healthy, and with our any permanent damage. An event like this would has seemed impossible 10 years ago, because when the brain stops working, there would be a complete loss of vital bodily functions. But Joe Tiralosi was lucky to have ended up in the hospital he did because it was those exact circumstances and actions that save his life, twice.

The nurses scattered. They feverishly worked to prepare the room, gather the equipment, and call the necessary staff members. Just a few minutes later, I saw flashing red lights as an ambulance pulled up. The stretcher was rolled in with a paramedic straddled across the patient, pumping on the man’s chest. I often saw broken bones, stomach pains, infections; however, nothing like this. Doctors, nurses, and x-ray technicians rushed into the patient’s room. The man was surrounded by a team of thirty health professionals; however, the situation seemed everything other than chaotic. Each person knew exactly their duties and stayed out of each other’s way. Each second was crucial to the survival of this man, and nurses were frantically on the phone attempting to notify his

My journey began in a small community in northern Canada, and the vision I have for my future still stems from this quiet, isolated land. As a high school student, I would volunteer my time at the local clinic helping the nurse and secretary file charts. I was intrigued by my family doctor and wanted to learn more about his profession. His days seemed exciting, full of variety and problems that needed solving. The way he showed compassion to my family and every family in the community was admirable. I was able to experience his empathy first hand when my grandfather passed away from complications of diabetes, and again when my grandmother was in palliative care for brain metastasis. Witnessing the care my

There was no specific moment that helped me realize medicine was my passion. Throughout my life, I have witnessed the true meaning of service and the positive role that medicine plays in the lives of others. My mother was my original inspiration for service, yet both of my parents inspired me through the models of sacrifice and kindness they demonstrated over the years. Their dedication to others, proven in both work and family, are unequalled. My parents gave me the opportunity to see a selfless way of life and the joy that can be found in caring for others. Their values nurtured a passion inside of me, one that has manifested in the world of healthcare, a world that I feel as if I belong to like no other.

My volunteering experience in a nursing home when I was a teenager inspired me to be a physician. In one facility, I was touched after seeing many elderly patients lying in their beds helplessly moaning with pain. I was told that many of them suffered from cancer, which was a scary and mysterious word to me because I associated it with fear and end of life. I told myself that one day I wanted to be a physician so I could help relieve their suffering.

I’ve always wanted to be a physician of some sorts. This aspiration began in the very beginning of my life. When I was young, I would attend doctor appointments with my mother. I would notice how the doctor could accurately diagnose a patient with simple questions, and a few tests. With every appointment, these simple routines fascinated me