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The Medical Disasters Of Medicine

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My only source of light was the flickering of the street lights as we sped down the highway. I was facing down in the back seat because sitting had become unbearably painful. As I later found out, I had a pilonidal cyst. Hospitals always made me feel uneasy and I did not have health insurance therefore I avoided going to the hospitals. Because of the nature of my condition, the doctor’s observations made me feel even more uncomfortable than usual. He must have sensed this because he reassured me every step of the way. After his observation, he gave me his diagnosis and said “These things are a real pain the butt.” His comedic attempt resonated with me really well. I was much more comfortable around him during that visit and throughout my operation. This laid the framework for my interest in medicine.
Unlike many aspiring doctors, there have been no medical disasters in my life that have swayed me in the direction of medicine. All of my grandparents are healthy. There are no physicians in my family who are pushing me to do medicine; none of my grandparents, aunts, uncles, or parents even graduated high school. Instead of having a moment of complete self-realization, my decision to go into medicine has been the result of a series of events and decisions that have collectively guided me in that direction. My interest in medicine was intensified by volunteering in the community. I have volunteered in a local food pantry, a battered woman’s shelter, and a homeless shelter. I

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