Personal Narrative: My Passion For Medicine

In 1951, at the age of 31 Henrietta Lacks was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Henrietta was under treatment at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, where cells from her malignant tumor were removed. Neither Henrietta nor any of her family members knew about the tissue sample and nor did the Hopkins ever informed them of the situation. Unfortunately after Henrietta’s radiation treatment, her condition continued to worsen and soon she lost her battle to cancer on octomber 4th 1951. Henriettas cells left the Hopkins what they discovered to be known to be the first immortal human cell line.

It took time for her to be diagnosed and it was very stressful for her. Once they finally were able to diagnose her, it was time for her to start recovering. A year passed without seeing her. Once she came back she told me about her recovery.

Ever since I was a little girl my dream was to grow up and be a doctor, and i still have that dream. My choice of major is Biology: Anatomy and Physiology to later go on to medical school and become an ER physician. I feel like I have always been push to be a doctor and that is why I just ended up really getting into it more and more as I grew older. I actually grew up with a variety of people in the medical field including my mother, which is when I truly realized that science and the human body fascinated me. I was ten when my mom decided to become a Medical Assistant (MA), and she would always take me to her classes with her and i remember I was just always so mesmerised by the idea of the human body.

Month after month she would suffer abdominal pains that were so severe, at times she would have to leave her college classes and go home. Tia suffered with symptoms for many years before she consulted a physician who diagnosed her with something called endometriosis. This was heart wrenching to her as she was told it could affect her ability to have children. She then underwent two laparoscopic surgeries to help manage her condition. After this she decided to take a more wholistic approach and try and modify her diet.

She wasn’t accepted to do it the five other times she signed up, but over the course of the experiment more people died from the from it. Despite the dying people Clara knew

This case was just tragic. At first I was a little intimidated because the patient’s blood pressure was so unstable so my nurse and I spent all most the entire day administering meds to stabilize her so I didn’t really do that

In my freshman year of high school my mother was injured in an automobile accident. My mother was always fragile because of her pre-existing heart condition, atrial regurgitation. Due to the accident, she went into congestive heart failure. The only choice for her survival were to perform an open heart surgery. The next 14 hour were the most excruciating hours of my life,I had never been so terrified.

About 7 years ago, my grandmother found out that her cells decided to enact war upon her body – she had lymphoma. I know that I didn’t take it well and I can’t even imagine how difficult it is to hear that you have cancer. Throughout the whole ordeal, my grandma remained genial despite the circumstances. Her indestructible and stoic nature inspired me so much every day because I noticed how weak she was physically, yet she was strong mentally. Dealing with cancer, whether your patient or onlooker, is an emotional uphill climb.

The trauma of losing the people I loved the most to preventable illnesses was overwhelming and it planted a desire to promote health and treat the sick. I have been pursuing a career in medicine to help people live long and healthy lives for themselves and their families. It has been 18 years since I made the decision to pursue a career in medicine and there are three influential experiences that have shaped my interest in medicine:

Shew! What a lustrum it has been! This difficult hand of years began September 22, 2011 with my Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer diagnosis and so began the timeline of several life changing events along with unimaginable and undeserved grace. Huge loss followed my diagnosis as I lost my Mama, Brother and Daddy. All the while I was breezing through endocrine therapies trying to find one to stabilize the cancer.

A possible example of filicide is the JonBenet Ramsey murder case. Though her parents were exonerated, several pieces of evidence still pointed to the parents. I 've read and watched interviews, books, and documentaries, and despite how unfathomable it may be, i still believe her parents, particularly her mother had something to do with her death. in researching filicide, I believe it could have been altruistic filicide. Patsy, at this time was suffering with Ovarian Cancer and making frequent trips to get chemotherapy.Also, she took control of JonBenet 's career as a blossoming beauty queen.

Because of this, the cancer cells were shipped and bought across the world. The last 8 months of Henrietta’s death became a piece of history nobody would ever want to forget. Not only would her cells be important, but also, these cancer cells would cause her family to go through many challenges. Though Henrietta’s might have not been and important person while being alive. She & her family live through her reproducing cancer cells that continue to create advancements in the medical field.

Robin thanked God, her family, and friends for helping her beat breast cancer. Five years later, she was faced with another health battle. In June 2012, she was diagnosed with MDS or myelodysplastic syndrome, a disease of the blood and bone marrow once known as pre-leukemia (ABC News, "Robin Roberts ' Biography"). She left Good Morning America in 2011 to undergo treatment. Later Roberts had a bone marrow transplant after finding out her sister was a perfect match.

On September 24, 2013, my mother was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer. I was only a freshman in high school and I was completely and utterly devastated. Through her journey of countless surgeries, chemo and radiation treatments, and heartbreak, my burning passion of becoming a doctor has continued to grow. I will be honest, I once was the student who earned all A 's and one or two B 's, and although I always cared for my grades, I never put in as much effort as I could have given. Stage 3 breast cancer took numerous things away from the strong woman who raised me, but when I received the news that she would be okay, I gained a great amount of determination and commitment.

He was diagnosed on May 8th and died one month and one day later on June 9th. I had experienced pure evil up close and personal and I vowed at this time to fight cancer and take care of its victims. Now, fast-forward 20 years later and I am working toward a nursing degree so I can fulfill my promise. I’m still unsure if I want to be an LPN or an RN. While it’s true that both are nurses, their duties, education and salary are quite different.