I Want To Become A Physician Assistant

Originally my desire was to become a physician assistant or nurse, until my heart started to reach out to those patients I took care patients exposed to unfavorable circumstance. Due to the exposure of many to victims, I saw in the emergency room, labor delivery, and relationships with personal friends my desire to aid in the need of such a disparity realized, the key to healthy people started at the Psychological

I am referring to the level of perseverance that I possess. Since the last two years in high school, I have noticed that I can surpass any difficulties that have come my way, notably my junior year as class president. In my first year, I was confronted with a great deal of issues all ranging from organizing events like prom too working with an unmotivated class. Fortunately, I was able to unite the class which allowed them to work well together and certainly this did not go unnoticed because I was re-elected for senior year. Now it doesn’t seem like much, but for me it was difficult as it was my first year as president and I had been immediately thrusted into it. Despite this and all the complications that arose with it, I was able to be persevere through the endless challenges that I faced as class president. What's important to note from all of this is that my determination to persevere will allow me to accomplish any desire that I

In the autumn of 2013 my beloved grandmother suffered from many medical complications. After discovering esophageal cancer, surgery to remove it caused a tear in her esophagus, which led to numerous health hazards. As a result, the cancer spread throughout my grandmother’s bloodstream and it was impossible to maintain her health. By October of the same year, she fought to maintain her optimistic personality that I admired so dearly as a child. There was nothing more the doctor’s could do and while she wasn’t able to speak clearly, she understood the circumstances completely. As my mother asked her if she was ready to rest she pointed up to the heavens with her eyes closed. As we said our goodbyes she was given morphine until she was no longer with us. To force my grandmother to suffer and endlessly wait for healing would have been selfish of us. It is hard for those of us who are healthy to consider death as a logical option in crucial situations. While it is a difficult concept to grasp, in certain circumstances it is the better

I am interested in the Research Associate Internship program because it will allow me to be competitive in a meaningful career, build professional skills, and give me more of a chance to succeed in my higher education. For example, my professional goal is to become a Physician Assistant, because I want to assist physicians in curing illnesses, alleviating pain, and helping patients to have better futures. By joining the medical field, I hope to serve our community more. To get a further understanding of the medical field, I volunteered at the Maimonides Medical Center for five months and had a great experience connecting with patients. As a patient representative, I was provided the chance to visit patients’ rooms at the surgical unit, where

Jostling about in the hot, noisy Tuk Tuk, with every rut in the road, I wondered why I had signed up for this. Medical mission trips are organized to help people who lack access to medical care, but, honestly, for all the complications, I think these trips benefited me more by helping me know myself better. Growing up, people labeled me as shy and quiet and maybe I was, but it was only because I never really quite fit in with my peers. The first time I felt that I belonged and had a purpose was on my first mission trip to Peru. It felt good helping all those wide-eyed, hopeful children and to finally be surrounded by people who were just like me – we worked as a team with a common goal to help those communities desperately needing healthcare. I discovered a joy in helping others I still feel today, which has inspired me to pursue a career as a Physician’s Assistant (PA).

Even through all of my years in medical school, I still could not come to an understanding that medical professionals could not save all of their patients. Julia’s death haunted me, I couldn’t sleep thinking of all the ways I could have saved her and when I did sleep I had nightmares of her death. I began to feel depressed, and lost my confidence as a physician. No amount of schooling could have prepared me for dealing with the physical and emotional stress of my first patient dying, especially one I had frequently treated. If I had been treating a patient in my own home, I would have dropped to my knees and sobbed. Something about the location of a hospital numbs emotion, and I felt like I wasn’t allowed to be upset at Julia’s death. The other nurses enjoyed working with Julia as well, but I seemed to be the only one unable to deal with her death. The entire community turned upset, Julia was inspiring to both medical staff and the other refugees who knew her from their escape. The atmosphere was cold, like a warmth had been stripped away from it. I began to distance myself from my patients, and the other staff who had worked with her took note and saved me from going into depression. The other doctors and nurses knew how young as a physician I was, and the likeness I had formed with Julia. They gave me the best advice on how to deal with a patient dying; death is inevitable and medical professionals are grieve but also have other patients in need of

In ten years I hope to be an accomplished nurse working in a hospital in either pediatrics or in the emergency room. My goal is by the time I am twenty six I will have a masters degree in nursing as a physician's assistant and a nurse practitioner. I hope that I will be good at my job and I am very passionate about my career choice. The reason I want to become a nurse is so I can be the one to help my pack ants not only medically but with there spirits too. Having a good nurse and medical team can make your worst day not as bad as it could be and can help the passant become a healthy person faster. I hope that in ten years I will be make a difference in people's lives. Whether it be in my patients or my coworkers lives, either way I want to

I watched as my family said goodbye as a I lay in my hospital bed, breathing raspily. I told them that I loved them. I tried to reach out for my mother’s hand, but was stopped by the short slack of all the tubes and wires connected to me. She comes closer so she can hold my hand, so she can comfort me in my last moments.

The room was swarming. My heart raced as I watched. I had lost track of myself until the orders of a nurse brought me back. “Jack, grab the crash cart!” she exclaimed while performing compressions. I sprinted to the nurse’s station, grabbed the crash cart, and sprinted back. I retook my position and continued to watch. The patient regained her pulse only to lose it again minutes later. After an additional fifteen minutes of compressions she was back. Relief flooded my body. At the time I didn’t feel anything other than futility, the adrenaline seemed to have numbed most of my thoughts. Later that night I kept replaying the entire scene in my head. I could vividly remember the family crying outside, the efficiency with which the physicians worked, and a strong feeling of helplessness I felt at the time, wanting to help, but being unable to do so was infuriating. I could not stop thinking about. About a week later I came to the conclusion that what I had witnessed was something beautiful. Everyone in that room was dedicated to saving this person’s life. This was their job, and it was nothing short of heroism. Even more heartening was the humanity of it all. Witnessing those physicians, having dedicated their lives to be there at that moment to save this person’s life was truly inspiring.

Health complications in my youth and the frequent hospital trips from my vesicoureteral reflux that ensued showed me the fear that patients feel. This allows me to relate and understand what others are going through. This empathy will help me to maintain a desire to serve them, even when they are being difficult. It became my goal to become a physician and help patients like me to reduce the suffering and live healthier lives. This constantly motivates me and instills in me a desire to serve.

Not long ago, I was involved in managing a patient with terminal cancer. Near the end of her life, I visited her. She held my hand and said something I have never forgotten: “when I see you, holding my hand in the last moment of my life, I realize you are my true son.” I was moved by this. It felt like the fulfillment of my purpose – though I could do nothing to save her, I was able to give her at least the small amount of comfort.

There where morning when I woke up and got ready for work and either had a stethoscope around my neck as I prepared for my 24 hour shift on the ambulance and there is also mornings when I wake up and I place my bullet proof vest on and my navy blue shirt with the big shinny badge that has “Police” written on it that kids always love to fascinated with. Every day before I leave for work no matter if I’m dressed as a paramedic or police officer I would say a prayer before I walked out the door “God please allow me to make a difference in someone’s life in a positive way”. After I said my prayer, off I went to protect and serve my community but most importantly interact with citizens of the community I worked and make a difference.

The doctors could not save him. My heart ached, and I wanted to run away instead of facing the cruel reality that my dad was not going to walk out of this hospital today or ever again. I cried hopeless tears as my mom slowly carried me to the far corner of the hospital where my dad had been placed by doctors hours before. When we reached the doorway to his room, I froze with hatred and anger. I could not comprehend why the doctors had no power or ability to fix the situation. I felt helpless and did not want to go inside the room where my dad was being held captive by countless wires and machines. However, I crawled onto the foot of the bed and held my dad’s legs as he continued taking shallow breaths. Ultimately, that is where I remained until a nurse came in several hours later to confirm he had passed

I am a Public Heath major, and I plan on continuing to graduate school after I receive my undergrad. I want to pursue a career in healthcare administration. I think this organization will give me experience in this field. I have an abundance of office experience that I think could be beneficial to this organization. I think all people should be able to receive proper health care, so this organization is something I am super passionate about.

Time of death: 5:00pm. I looked up and saw a mother, a father, a brother, and a boyfriend with tears and anguish stricken in their eyes as I finished terminally extubating Sam. I was Sam’s, respiratory therapist (RT) in the intensive care unit for two months as she anxiously waited for a new set of lungs. Regrettably, Sam was suffering from cystic fibrosis and a grave pulmonary infection, yet still fought every day for her life. As health care practitioners, we spend every second trying to do everything we can for our patients from A to Z, but the thought of ending life is one that does not cross our minds very often. When Sam explained that she did not want to live anymore, it was my job to remove the tracheostomy tube keeping her alive. About 20 minutes later, she passed away surrounded by those who loved her and the RT who at that moment learned one of life’s greatest lessons: Compassion comes forward with the realization that our purpose is to liberate patient 's from their suffering.