High School Medical Assisting program had awakend my desire to become a physician.
Medical Assisting program not only gave me the chance to work with the patients and doctors, but made me realized how eagerly I had wanted to become a doctor myself. Taking triage and giving flu shots to sick patients had darkened my desire to be a doctor. The doctors gave me the opportunity to come with them into ea. patient’s room and see how they were diagnosed. I also got opportunity to help doctor stitch baby’s scar, and freezing off warts on their arms and hands. As I helped Dr. Treanor, I promised myself As Dr. kacy the gynecologist, took me with her to do pap smear on a patient, she showed me how she was doing it. It not only grossed me out but I didn’t want to go with Dr. Kacy to help her do pap smear on next patient. The things I did enjoyed with Dr. Kacy was listening to baby’s heart while it was still growing in its mothers belly.
I had also applied to premedical program in Silesia Medical school in Poland and got accepted, couldn’t finish my first semester there due to my father’s illness, and my brothers uncontrolled epilepsy seizures which made me return home. Although I had to quit school in Poland and stay home with my sick father, and brother, I couldn’t forget the wonderful experience I had there. Visiting another country and being exposed to another culture was a great experience. The first semester there, pre-med student were exposed to hospitals with doctors. We were allowed to spend time following doctors and visiting patients. Although I spent only 1 month there, I still have everything fresh in my memory. I enjoyed being with the doctor and watching him diagnose his patients.
I didn’t regret coming back home to my brother with epilepsy because he gave me the first reason to become a physician. Although he is 1 yr younger than me, he has had epilepsy seizures since he was 8 mo. old. Since then he has had seizures for almost 20 years now. His seizures some how had effected his brain development. Even though he may appear normal, the seizures have caused mental retardation which prevents him from acting normal. I have always had joy of taking care of him, making sure he received his medicine on time and gets seen by a doctor. Once in while he would have a seizure, while doing something like taking a shower and hurt himself that he would bleed from his head or arm. Whenever I would put on a bandaid on his cuts or his brusies, he would call me, “sister doctor.” Which I had been hearing from him since the first time he has cut fingers and had gotten them deattached from his hand, while messing with the lawn mower. Since my family didn’t had any vehicle at home, we couldn’t rush him to the hospital in time to get his fingers stitched back on. I remember I was only six while he was five. I ran back into the house and got some Band-Aids for him so he could stop bleeding. He called me, “sister doctor,” since then changing his band-aids everyday for 1 month, it made me want to become a doctor.
My father who has had diabetes since he was 28, now 51, has been taking insulin everyday. Sometimes he loses his vision for couple of days and I have to give him his insulin. Insulin isn’t the only thing I had to take care of but I also had to bathe him, take him to the restroom in the middle of the night, feed him his meals and change his clothes, while my mother stayed long hours at work. She worked at her little family owned restaurant, that barley made meets end.
I myself worked long hours working as waitress and chef at family’s restaurant. The family’s restaurant only paid monthly bills. Luckly I was qualified for government grants, which helped me for my college fees. I worked before classes, after classes, and on weekends. I usually came home before my mother, and took care of my brother and spent late night studying for my classes. Sometimes I had found myself a sleep while studying for an exam or writing a paper. These were some of the minor things in life that had made me get low grades.
I learned valuable communication skills at the family’s restaurant. Interaction with the customers, gave me the opportunity to get to know them, talk to them and learn about their lives. I also gave advice to people about their personal problems that got to know me better.
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During undergraduate year, life was already imbalanced with work load, school load, brothers seizures and father’s diabetes. I had decided to volunteer at a local hospitals Emergency room. I enjoyed working there. I was assigned to stock each room with linens. Not only I got to stock the linens but I also got to communicate with the patients. I learned how friendly conversation can leave encouraging smile and comforting effects on the patient. Each patient that came into the emergency had different symptoms and different diagnosis.
Most of the patients that came in were jailers and while others were very elderly. Most of the jailers were drug addicts or got into a fight in jail.
I believe by becoming a physician, I will be able to help patients heel. I would return back as a Doctor to my community to treat patients, in placeses where they are needed the most.
Thanks again!
I wanted to know, what else I should add in to make it stronger? And it's the only Idea I have so far my personal statement. What do you think of it? Thank You
Medical Assisting program not only gave me the chance to work with the patients and doctors, but made me realized how eagerly I had wanted to become a doctor myself. Taking triage and giving flu shots to sick patients had darkened my desire to be a doctor. The doctors gave me the opportunity to come with them into ea. patient’s room and see how they were diagnosed. I also got opportunity to help doctor stitch baby’s scar, and freezing off warts on their arms and hands. As I helped Dr. Treanor, I promised myself As Dr. kacy the gynecologist, took me with her to do pap smear on a patient, she showed me how she was doing it. It not only grossed me out but I didn’t want to go with Dr. Kacy to help her do pap smear on next patient. The things I did enjoyed with Dr. Kacy was listening to baby’s heart while it was still growing in its mothers belly.
I had also applied to premedical program in Silesia Medical school in Poland and got accepted, couldn’t finish my first semester there due to my father’s illness, and my brothers uncontrolled epilepsy seizures which made me return home. Although I had to quit school in Poland and stay home with my sick father, and brother, I couldn’t forget the wonderful experience I had there. Visiting another country and being exposed to another culture was a great experience. The first semester there, pre-med student were exposed to hospitals with doctors. We were allowed to spend time following doctors and visiting patients. Although I spent only 1 month there, I still have everything fresh in my memory. I enjoyed being with the doctor and watching him diagnose his patients.
I didn’t regret coming back home to my brother with epilepsy because he gave me the first reason to become a physician. Although he is 1 yr younger than me, he has had epilepsy seizures since he was 8 mo. old. Since then he has had seizures for almost 20 years now. His seizures some how had effected his brain development. Even though he may appear normal, the seizures have caused mental retardation which prevents him from acting normal. I have always had joy of taking care of him, making sure he received his medicine on time and gets seen by a doctor. Once in while he would have a seizure, while doing something like taking a shower and hurt himself that he would bleed from his head or arm. Whenever I would put on a bandaid on his cuts or his brusies, he would call me, “sister doctor.” Which I had been hearing from him since the first time he has cut fingers and had gotten them deattached from his hand, while messing with the lawn mower. Since my family didn’t had any vehicle at home, we couldn’t rush him to the hospital in time to get his fingers stitched back on. I remember I was only six while he was five. I ran back into the house and got some Band-Aids for him so he could stop bleeding. He called me, “sister doctor,” since then changing his band-aids everyday for 1 month, it made me want to become a doctor.
My father who has had diabetes since he was 28, now 51, has been taking insulin everyday. Sometimes he loses his vision for couple of days and I have to give him his insulin. Insulin isn’t the only thing I had to take care of but I also had to bathe him, take him to the restroom in the middle of the night, feed him his meals and change his clothes, while my mother stayed long hours at work. She worked at her little family owned restaurant, that barley made meets end.
I myself worked long hours working as waitress and chef at family’s restaurant. The family’s restaurant only paid monthly bills. Luckly I was qualified for government grants, which helped me for my college fees. I worked before classes, after classes, and on weekends. I usually came home before my mother, and took care of my brother and spent late night studying for my classes. Sometimes I had found myself a sleep while studying for an exam or writing a paper. These were some of the minor things in life that had made me get low grades.
I learned valuable communication skills at the family’s restaurant. Interaction with the customers, gave me the opportunity to get to know them, talk to them and learn about their lives. I also gave advice to people about their personal problems that got to know me better.
ONLY an OUTLINE, this is the rough draft for my personal statement
Thanks !
During undergraduate year, life was already imbalanced with work load, school load, brothers seizures and father’s diabetes. I had decided to volunteer at a local hospitals Emergency room. I enjoyed working there. I was assigned to stock each room with linens. Not only I got to stock the linens but I also got to communicate with the patients. I learned how friendly conversation can leave encouraging smile and comforting effects on the patient. Each patient that came into the emergency had different symptoms and different diagnosis.
Most of the patients that came in were jailers and while others were very elderly. Most of the jailers were drug addicts or got into a fight in jail.
I believe by becoming a physician, I will be able to help patients heel. I would return back as a Doctor to my community to treat patients, in placeses where they are needed the most.
Thanks again!
I wanted to know, what else I should add in to make it stronger? And it's the only Idea I have so far my personal statement. What do you think of it? Thank You