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The Revolting Perfume At The Ucla David Geffen School Of Medicine

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She was clearly homeless. Her charcoal-grey hair was shaggy and dirt-encrusted, as if she didn’t recognize the pleasure of a shower or a comb. She hunched over the edge of her bed, her bony legs drooping to the pristine floor and her feet stuffed into lace-less Vans-knockoffs. As I eased closer, an overpowering odor enveloped me, the putrid stench of a sordid body and moldering clothes.
I willed forward, ignoring the nausea that was overcoming the back of my throat. I knew I had to. This was what I signed up for when I joined Assessing Residents’ CI-CARE (ARC), a student-run organization at the UCLA David Geffen School of Medicine. I had agreed to brave any situation and communicate and connect with all patients in need, no matter who …show more content…

Like a loving mother, she reached out and combed the patient’s stiff and tangled hair with her hands. She whispered, “Don’t worry, I’m here for you.”
The aide’s act of compassion left me speechless. I knew she was seeing the same grime and hopelessness; she smelled the same toxic aura. Yet, she gave her full self to that woman, and without any visible faltering. She made the patient feel encouraged, safe, and loved. She stepped forward and cared. I lay hidden – awed and humbled. As the pungent odor concomitantly ebbed, I could finally exhale. In that moment, she was a caregiver. I was just an undergraduate – a scared and cowardly undergraduate. I sank down, in my defeat and disappointment, realizing how much I had yet to learn about medicine. To have compassion – simply as Latin roots imply, to be able to suffer with – we need empathy. We can’t fake compassion; empathy is a required prerequisite. Empathy is so essential to human-interaction, so obviously required in healthcare and medicine, yet so hard for many to define and master. When I was asked during my ARC interview whether I would be repulsed by the smell or by the appearance of certain patients, I confidently replied “No.” I was so sure based upon no foundation at all. But in this moment, I began to feel so vulnerable and fragile, so incapable of compassion or empathy. I have failed tests, lost student body campaigns, and even misspelled Mississippi at least 50 times since my 4th grade states test. I

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