Why I Chose The Medical Field

The reason why I chose to further educate myself to become a medical assistant is because I love the servant role. Ever since I can remember, I pictured myself in the medical field. I find myself genuinely enjoying helping patients, taking care of them, seeing them smile after the fact; It brings me joy. Not only I find myself enjoying being in the medical field, I also see myself grow in this area. My ultimate goal is to become a Registered Nurse. I started working in the medical field in 2012 at Alaska Regional Hospital. Til this day, I can’t stress enough how thankful I was when my supervisor gave me a chance to work with them. She saw how badly I wanted the position and I stressed the fact

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.

I made the decision to join the health care field based on my own desire, love of the people that live and thrive around me, and to be a role model for my daughter. I feel it is important to have a goal in life, and it is important to me to show my daughter the value of goals, and achieving them as well. I love meeting new people, and being able to lend a helping hand in any way I possibly can. What better way to help the general population then to have a profession in the health care industry.

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

When I was younger I wanted to be a nurse, as I grew up my career choices changed based on different situations. I was a nursing major my first years of college. After witnessing different situations in life and job shadowing a nurse, I decided I wanted to be the person the patient talked to and confided in. I change my major to psychology in hopes of becoming a counselor. I received my bachelors in psychology then realized that it was not possible to become a counselor without a master's degree. So now I am in the process of finding another career that I would love. Medical billing and coding allows me to stay within the health field and gives me experience in a medical setting. Medical billing and coding is a well-paying entry level job.

Born into a family of farmers from a small village in southern part of India has given me a real life view of a community with limited health care services but significant health care needs. I still remember my own experience as a 7 year old kid walking anxiously into the hospital where my grandma was admitted with heart attack. Sitting nervously at her bedside, I watched her slowly die due to lack of proper medical care. In the course of time I lost my grandpa to diabetes, a cousin to tuberculosis, a dear friend to leukemia and my own mother from complications of pregnancy. These simple yet a significant events in my life have given me the inspiration to become a doctor.

Twenty-four years ago, my dad boarded a one-way flight to the U.S. He was coming to a new country filled with vocational opportunities his homeland could not provide. He was not limited by his place of birth or the reality that no one else in his family had ever left their village. He trusted his gut and took a leap of faith. A year later he called for my mother and I to join him in the U.S. and we left our life in Kenya and my future was ultimately changed. Throughout my life, I have been keenly aware that had my father limited himself to only opportunities that he could see, I would have never even been able to consider opportunities such as the UNC Medical Center Administrative Fellowship.

When I was a child my mom took me to go see a psychiatrist because she wanted to make sure that I didn’t have the mental illness that she had. When I went there, there was a man on a couch with a clipboard asking me questions. I was very uncomfortable and like I did all the time and still do to this day, I began to fidget. I have never been able to keep still so why would I in that moment? After he done examining me he told my mom that I had ADHD. A look came over my mom’s face that I couldn’t comprehend. My mom and dad are divorced so I’m not sure how the process of telling him went but when I came back over the next week he told me he didn’t think I actually had it. At the time I didn’t understand that, a doctor couldn’t be wrong could

Getting into the medicine was not always the career goal I had in my mind, rather it became my career goal because of inspiration I got from my shadowing, research, and volunteering experience. The coursework for this field especially Anatomy, Physiology, and Organic chemistry not only tested my study skills but also my critical thinking skills and also my commitment to this field. There were ups and down and there will be more in the future, but there has not been a single time that I doubted myself in pursuing this path to become a Medical Doctor. In fact, all the coursework, research, and shadowing experience have always motivated me. This is why I am currently doing my best to self-study for MCAT using different free resources available as I cannot afford to enroll in any MCAT classes offered by test companies like Kaplan and Princeton Review. The money I have saved by working part time are just enough for to register for the MCAT exam and to apply for about five medical schools. This self-study approach is not the best approach as I would not be able to study the MCAT specific materials and practice questions like a real MCAT, however I would be able to avoid all that if am given MCAT course scholarship.

I didn’t really know how to find a doctor or make an appointment of the kind I needed without someone helping me but I knew I had to try because I was alone and exhausted. My depression had been going on but I currently had just finished spending my entire vacation in my apartment crying and feeling completely hopeless. After having my very first panic attack and ending up in a walk in clinic not knowing what was going on, I had made the decision that my apartment was the safest place to hide. It was time to get help. I contacted my health insurance company who referred me to a doctor. Step one was complete.

In elementary school when we would do “All About Me” projects, I would always write that my dad was a doctor. From the fact that he graduated from medical school in China, worked at a hospital, and always watched Grey’s Anatomy, I just assumed that he was a physician. It wasn’t until middle school when I began volunteering at the hospital he worked at when I realized that he spent his day analyzing blood samples rather than examining patients. When I asked him why he wasn 't practicing medicine, he would vaguely state that he didn’t take some test and that was the end of the conservation. I was confused as to why he would let a single test prevent him from practicing medicine. I even began to think that my dad was just too lazy to go through with the test. However, the reality is that this the test is a grueling and expensive five-day exam with over a thousand questions. Not only that, but passing the exam is just one of the many steps foreign-trained physicians must complete still to acquire U.S. medical licenses.

Ever since I was ten, I knew what I wanted to grow up to become, a doctor. Eight years later, and I still have not completely decide on what type of physician I want to be. This is because every career in the medical field interests me. However, when I decided on this career field, I knew one thing for sure. I knew it entailed several different science courses. I was happy with this because I always loved science. What I did not realize was the fact that it also meant I would have to take two semesters of English after high school. I never had as much interest in English as I did for most other subjects. Therefore, due to my lack of interest, English was always an area where I struggled. That is the reason, when I signed up for classes for my first semester at Wayne State University, I was hesitant to sign up for English 1020. Even though I was hesitant, I knew this was a course I had to take. I promised myself that I would take this class, and I would put in much more effort than I had previously. This effort was mainly enforced because of the extremely high standards that medical schools hold their applicants to (the average GPA to get into the Wayne State Medical School is 3.75). Since the beginning of this class, I have improved in each of the writing outcomes, which include reading, writing, researching, and reflecting, due to the effort I have put into excelling in this class.

When I was three years old I told everyone I was going to be a doctor. I always knew from then on that I would be in the medical field but I never knew exactly what I wanted to do, until I was a freshman in high school. I became interested in athletic training and here is how I became interested. Two outs, I was on first, and the score was a tight 2-3.When the pitcher released the ball I decided to steal second base. I slide through second base and I went over the base I felt a sharp pain radiate through my leg. I began to scream aloud and the audience quickly silenced. Everyone stops moving and began to look in my direction. I knew everyone was wondering why I was on my back holding my knee in the air and rolling around screaming. My coach ran up to me asking me what was wrong but I had no idea what was causing the pain. As the pain radiated through my leg, my coaches picked me off to remove me from the playing field. No one there had any idea what was wrong with my leg so they shoved me in the car and rushed me to the nearest hospital thinking something was severely wrong. I got several x-rays and visited the doctor several times to find out I had only sprained my knee. This could only be healed with time and therapy. Had the team had someone at the game who knew what they were doing, the hospital visit could have been avoided and the sprain could have been iced and wrapped more quickly.

It makes sense that if you see something that threatens you or anybody else, you would want to intervene somehow. One day, I was doing exactly that, yet my imagination got the better of me, because of how doubtful I was of the person’s intentions. First of all, I was at the supermarket buying some groceries in the afternoon on a sunny summer day. As I walked to my car outside, I saw somebody dressed in dark jeans, a black hoodie, and very used looking tennis shoes. I have always been interested in mysteries, even though I’d just gotten a degree to be a doctor a few months ago. I passed this person on the way to my car I saw the elements in his bag; it was a few long ropes and a roll of duct tape. Well, that really made this guy look

I was born in a small village close to Gujranwala but my father moved to Lahore metropolitan because he had a dream to provide the best possible education for his children. In order to stay connected to our hometown it was our family practice to routinely visit our village in every summer vacations. That was the time when I engaged myself in volunteer activities. My uncle used to run a blood bank affiliated with a welfare trust. I helped him organize the list of blood groups of all the villagers. I still recall that incident when one of the farmers had a road traffic accident and was taken to the hospital. He required urgent blood transfusion. I took the challenge to arrange the blood for the poor farmer. I convinced some villagers and arranged 3 pints of blood. Fortunately, that farmer survived and for me the sense of accomplishment was very overwhelming. The feeling of saving a life was so rewarding that I made the decision to become a doctor. Seeing my interest in biological sciences, my school teacher also encouraged me to follow my dream and his words are still imprinted in my mind. He said, “I can foresee you becoming a doctor”. I channeled all my efforts to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor. My efforts paid off in the winter of 2005 when I saw my name in the list of students in a local newspaper who got admitted to the most prestigious medical school of my country, King Edward Medical University whose history can be traced back to 1860s. It was the most joyful