Why I Am A Doctor

I came from an impoverished farming town in Vietnam where I witnessed people suffered and even perished from preventable diseases due to poverty and lack of medical care. Currently, I reside in the underserved area and obtain medical services from the local community health center. My relationship with my doctor helped me recognize that primary care providers play an important role in helping patients prevent and manage their health problem from escalating into chronic conditions. For this reason, I am committed to the field of primary care.

I decided to take this class because I am interested in learning the basics for the medical field. I am interested in being a pediatrician because I enjoy working with children. I look forward to helping families by curing a sickly child or completing a usual check up. No one in my family has entered the field of medicine. I chose the medical field because I feel as if I can provide help for people who need it. Although these are my interest, I am still undecided for what I what for my future and I'm hoping this class can help me make the best

I want to be a MedServe Fellow for several reasons, with the ultimate goals of improving my community and providing a stepping stone between college and medical school. One of the main things I want to do during my gap year is gain clinical experience, something I believe I need before applying to medical school, and this program fulfills that desire. I could do research in my gap year, but working in a primary care setting would be the most beneficial in preparing me, not only for medical school, but for my career. My career goal is within primary care, and while I also could gain experience via an EMT route, I feel that MedServe provides a unique opportunity to truly experience and understand primary care. I want to have a more active role

Anything could have gone wrong. A Japanese soldier murdering my grandmother as they marched into her small village during the Rape of Nanking. The Communist forces dropping an aerial bomb on my mother’s home before the Fall of Saigon. My father’s old fishing boat capsizing in the South China Sea while escaping Vietnam before his miraculous landing in the Philippines. From time to time, I reflect upon my family’s fortuitous circumstances in the darkest periods of war and their tumultuous journey to America. Being the eldest child of second-generation war refugees has significantly impacted my life decisions and aspirations. Neither of my parents finished their education due the Vietnam War, so I have the privilege of being the first in the

Growing up around three female nurses in my family has sparked an interest in working in the medical field; being the introvert that I am, I decided that it was best to become a medical records field technician in Surprise Arizona. Being a big part of my life has I was growing up, my Nana and my two aunts Phyllis and Theresa all took upon the same career choice and became nurses. On February 14, 2012 I went with my Nana and my sister to the nursing home where my Nana works and passed out cookies for Valentine’s Day. While I was passing out cookies with my sister, I was able to see how the staff interacted with the patients and helped them if was needed, it made me realize that one day I would like to work somewhere in the medical field, but

I come from a small village in Pakistan which is an underprivilded community with limited resources. Seeing the difficulties people had to go through to receieve medical care was originally my motivation to choose the pre-medical track. I have always wanted to provide help to the underprividleged because I have closely seen the lack of medical resources that many third world counries have, which results in pateints not given proper medical care. Their minor sympoms are not given attention to, resulting in high rates of critical illnesses. I hope to apply my skills and experiences by providing hands-on care. By volunteering as a medical assistant, I hope to make a small difference in both the patients' and the medical professionals' lives. I

Nobody cares how much you know until they know how much you care, the words of Theodore Roosevelt written in the radiology department at Good Samaritan Hospital, where I work as a Radiologic technologist. These words are a constant reminder of why I choose to pursue a career in medicine. Growing up in Haiti, I was an underweight, mal nourished child with a weak immune system. Sick days seemed to occur every other day. In a country with limited resources, I remember traveling with my parents to different towns in search for medicine and the right physician. We would walked miles, but no miles was ever long enough to stop my parents from getting their son the proper treatment. At a young age my parents showed me the true meaning of altruism and empathy, necessary skills needed to make a great physician. Living in poverty can have major consequences on one’s health. I witness this in my own health and those surrounding me. To survive these harsh conditions, as a community we had to stick together, we had to care for one another. We shared everything with our neighbors, from clean drinking water, food supplies, to natural herb treatment and medicine. From observing the change in lives in the community when treatment was provided, I quickly learned to values the benefits of good Health and medicine.

Good, accessible healthcare has always been a part of my life. This summer I got to see firsthand that this is not the case for everyone. I knew disparities in healthcare were prevalent in the world, but seeing it in person instead of reading about it in a global health textbook opened up a whole new door for me. As I have reflected on these experiences, I have come to the realization that me becoming a doctor is not about “me” necessarily. I have the opportunity to gain a good education and contribute to this world, which many people do not have, and I cannot think of a better way to do this than to help improve health. With my medical degree, I want to go and work in Zambia, and really any other country which faces large disparities in access to quality health care because I have been fortunate enough to be given the opportunity to enter the medical profession and it is time I use the resources I have to help the global community solve this issue.

“We need to transfer her to the ICU”, said the attending while holding a nebulizer mask up to the infant’s face. It was organized chaos at its finest-- EKGs, X-rays, and labs were being drawn almost instantaneously. My 5-month-old patient 's respirations had become labored and needed care more advanced than we could perform on the inpatient cardiology unit. As the bedside nurse, I was responsible for communicating my assessment findings and concerns about the patient to the team.

College has always seemed like a million years away, however I recently was granted acceptance into my dream school and realized that I would be going to college in less than one year. Although I am extremely excited that I will be going to one of the top universities in nation next year, the University of Michigan, my family cannot help but worry about the financial burden of college and the future of medical school. I truly hope that within the next four years I will be able to reach my academic goals of going to medical school and in the future become a doctor. I know that this is a challenging and long road that will come with a lot of struggles and I want to make my financial situation the least of my issues. I believe that I will be

I want to volunteer for the Avicenna Community Health Center because I want to be involved with an organization that provides humanistic care to various individuals in the community, as well as gain valuable experience to become the best physician that I can possibly be.

Life is like a sheet of paper, it can be tattered, cherished, shared, taken away, and burned, but surprisingly it can also be healed and observed. I have spent my life, thus far, observing other people and the way they think about various topics. One topic that is rarely discussed is the state of the people and what can be done in order to help society as a whole. I see that the people need help. Knowing this, I have aspired to become a different kind of doctor. I am one who has goals of advancing diversity in the health professions, Ideas on how to reduce health care disparity in diabetes, and is currently trying to improve health care for all.

For many years in my college career, I depended upon another person to be my confidant and support system. I could not foresee my future without our future, and I planned my path to becoming a physician always with another person in mind. Before graduation, this relationship was severed. I had never experienced such a loss of direction as my time as an undergraduate ended. I had already accepted my position as a medical assistant and began training in an uncertain mental state. I felt as if I was experiencing a loss unlike any that I had before. What I did not realize at the time was that taking on my position at Vanguard during such a fragile time in my personal life would build a new independence and reaffirm my desire to pursue medicine.

Being the daughter of Haitian immigrants has influenced my desire to advance healthcare in developing countries. Haiti is the poorest country in the Americas, resulting in restricted and inadequate social services, such as quality health care. I have witnessed how the poor healthcare system has failed my grandmother, who was diabetic for most of her adult life. She passed away in 2003, as double amputee and enable to speak due to a stroke. The lack of care that she received in Haiti caused her to lose her legs. Seeing this strengthened my desire to be an aiding force in the healthcare field.

I always pick up the worst books to read, they mostly end in death. I’m not sure if the big man up there is sending me a hint or trying to ruin my day. I am trying to fit everything in this stupid old raggedy bag, while trying to make some coffee. I check that I have everything, wallet, book, keys, lotion, gum, and my lighter. I’m not a smoker, I mean I’ve tried it but it wasn’t to my liking. I enjoy watching the flame, the way it dances and reaches out hungrily for anything it can consume to fuel its wrath. I should’ve put gas last night, I know I won’t make it with what I have now. I’m already late to my appointment with Percy,my psychiatrist she will be upset if I’m late since I missed two appointments already. Don’t start thinking I’m this crazy person on medication, I see a psychiatrist because I can’t sleep at night and because she has the best suggestions for restaurants. I finally make it out the door. Twist. Twist.Twist. I let the door knob go.