They were concerned with me because I was in my second trimester of pregnancy, a nursing student, and the stress was affecting my blood pressure. My PCP and Obstetrics physician, along with the nurses, worked collaboratively to ensure the health of me and my unborn child throughout the course of my pregnancy and after while my parents were still battling cancer. During this time great stressors were placed on my sister
I took a cadaver class last year where we reviewed what we had learned from previous anatomy and physiology classes. The professor of that class is a general surgeon at St. Luke’s Hospital, and he showed us how to do certain medical procedures while we got to practice using the cadaver. We dissected the cadaver as well as learned to suture. That class was by far my favorite class I’ve taken since I’ve been in college, and it made me feel very excited for my future working in the medical
My mom said how she would never donate anything because the way we come into the world is the way we go it. Her dad, my grandpa was diagnosed with Diabetes and was in dire need of a kidney. He went through dialyses, and he got through it, he was just waiting for his kidney match. Just to put it in perspective over one-hundred thousand people are waiting for an organ transplant in the U.S. alone. When my mom saw my grandpa get better and see how he recovered her whole mindset changed on donating your organs because she saw that you can give someone a second chance, that you can help someone’s family and you wouldn’t even know it.
Alexa Kersting was a young fourteen-year-old girl from West Fargo waiting for a life-changing lung transplant. Kersting was diagnosed with lung disease by the age of seven, and developed pulmonary hypertension-- high blood pressure that affects the arteries in the lungs and the right side of the heart-- by the age of twelve (“Pulmonary Hypertension”). Once she was diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension, she was placed on the transplant waiting list, and for the upcoming months Alexa was on that list, she was on oxygen twenty-four hours a day. Unfortunately, she could never do any of the things other “normal” children could do due to her illnesses and treatments, meaning her hobbies had to be less strenuous, such as piano and art. Thankfully,
When it comes to my grandmother, she means everything to me no matter what happens throughout life. My grandmother is that person who I hold nearest to my heart. I wanted to go see here every day because she was always getting into something interesting. I wish I would have been able to spend more time with her, but in 2013 she was diagnosed with cancer and later passed away on October 16, 2013. She impacted many lives while she was on this earth including me.
Cancer has always encaptured my attention. I always thought, even since I was little, that I was going to be a doctor when I’m older and find a cure. A lot of people close to me have been diagnosed with cancer; therefore, I really wanted to get in a field dealing with cancer so I could learn more about it. I just, at the moment, really do not want to do anything surgical and cut people open. That’s why I am glad that there are different kinds of pathologists.
Becoming a doctor would be my dream job: it would challenge me intellectually and fully utilise my caring personality. I would love to have a positive impact on other people 's lives and that of their relatives. After seeing my father almost dying in the ICU five years ago where I was worried for his life, I realised at that time not only the daily challenges doctors face practicing medicine, but also saw how doctors can change people 's lives by doing their jobs with compassion and selflessness. My ambition to become a doctor stems largely from this event. Yet the months I spent with my father who suffers from cancer in hospital has had a profound effect on me.
In addition, we had grown to a family of eleven children of which my parents could barely support. However, I learned at an early age that it was family that was the most important treasures in life. Over the years, this rang true over and over when we leaned on each other for support. However, I never such great grief until last year. My sister, and best friend, almost successfully committed suicide because of her psychotic break.
Personal Statement I am interested in studying for a degree in the Mental Health Nursing in your university, and I would like to make my career in this noble profession. I first considered nursing as a career some years ago, after I lost my father to a chronic kidney disease. The role played by the nurses in terms of care while he was in hospital and after his death was quite overwhelming. Although I had my first degree in Agricultural Economics, but this nothing in compare to the passion I later developed for nursing after the death of my father. I have since developed myself in health and social care sector by training and updating my skills.
When I was nine years old, I was diagnosed with Fanconis Anemia and was hospitalized for a year. I was forced to fight for my life and live each day with courage as each new day brought a new challenge to be conquered. I lived each day with courage while I was in the hospital by choosing to fight for my life and doing what I had to do rather than letting this disease take me down. It was October and I had just started third grade, while also preparing to move halfway across the country. I had just gotten home from a long weekend in the city with my friends when I had a blood sugar crash.