5 years had passed since the whole Jessica Feeney thing. We 've elected a new (real) president, I 've become better friends with Courtney, and I 'm finishing my last year at high school. I plan on going to college to be a general surgeon despite hearing all those stories from Jeff. Jeff was liar right? I mean, now that I 've finished 4 years of grueling high school I know the smart people words for what Jeff and my 7th grade class did to Jessica.
Nursing was always the career I wanted to pursue but my experiences with sick children inspired me to focus on paediatrics. During my time in High School, I encountered sick students battling with a range of illness such as; Leukaemia, Alopecia and in one case Cystic Fibrosis. Emma, my friend was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at a young age, was hospitalised many times during her school life and sadly passed away in 2013, in the Robin House Children’s Hospice. I gained an appreciation of
Christine was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. She has been getting the best care at CTCA (Cancer Treatment Center of America). Now, 6 years later. She is still fighting for her life every single day and she will continue to do so. Life is to not be taken for granted.
With the help of my teacher, I came out of the sixth grade with my straight A’s still intact. My surgery is an experience I will never forget. It was the worst and best time of my life. Without the support of my friends and family, the process of my recovery would have been difficult. In addition, the patience and kindness of the nurses and staff tending to my needs made me feel more comfortable, in a horrid situation.
At the age of five years old, my parents enrolled me in an at-risk preschool program and I was taught how to speak and communicate with my peers in the classroom. I believed that was the only time I would experience speech therapy, but it was not. My second experience arose from truly unfortunate circumstances, and differed as I was 18 years of age, within a month of starting college at a prestigious university and intending to move out of my parent’s house. In the summer of 2011, I was diagnosed with viral meningitis after I complained of arduous migraines for a week.The infection left me wheelchair-bound and unable to speak. I knew what I wanted to say, yet all I was capable of producing was gurgled frustration.
When I first came to America I had to have 8 surgeries and spent 6 months in a wheel chair but this was done to remove a potential cancerous birthmark covering my entire lower leg. In china, surgery was not possible. I also was able to play sports and go to school in America. Most importantly, I got to be part of a family that loves me. In china,
When I was eight years old, my mom became paralyzed from the waist down. She was moved from hospital to hospital for one year before getting discharged and coming home. After seeing my mom being dependent on medical care for the rest of her life, my interest in medicine began to grow. I used to watch when travel nurses and physical therapists would come to my house to provide her with medical care. I have experienced various procedures such as flushing a port
What Motivates Me to Pursue a Career in Medicine and What Attracts me to the UMKC six year Medical Program? My main motivation towards pursuing a career in medicine is my friend Russel who suffers from a severe medical condition that requires chemotherapy and home treatment regimens. I have been his bestfriend since kindergarten and, as such, I always accompany him whenever possible when he goes to the hospital for treatment or help him in whatever way that I can at home or at school. It is this constant exposure to the field of medicine as well as my desire to help my friend in overcoming his disease that initially motivated me towards a career as a doctor (Paolino 14). Admittedly, when I first thought about pursuing this type of career, I had no idea of
I first discovered speech-language pathology back when I was in high school, in a very unexpected way. I was talking with my grandmother, who had told me she received her Masters degree in Speech-Language Pathology after my father was born. My father has had hearing aids since the age of five, and had to continuously attend speech therapy while growing up. My grandmother told me stories of how she would sit with my father every night, away from his six other siblings, with the lights off and talk to him. She would say words to him, which he would then have to repeat back to her, without relying on his normal trick of reading lips.
I had heard all of the stories about fighting cancer, and I knew about the physical and emotional toll that it would have on me. My doctor told me that if I were to receive chemotherapy or radiotherapy, I would have a seventeen percent chance of survival for ten years. To me, those odds are quite low, but they are still a chance at life. I would have a chance to live out my dreams, and an opportunity to see my brother get married. I wanted to see these things happen, but I didn’t want to be in too much pain to clap at my brother’s wedding and to not be able to leave the province for university.