22nd September 2015, the hardest day of my life as I received the news that I could not pass my step 2 CK examination! The only failure of my life and at this stage! It was even harder, as I was in the United States and had no one to support. Therefore, I planned to give up, leave a wonderful clinical opportunity, prepone my flight and go back! Which I did, except for going back! While riding in the subway for airport, I witnessed an incident of seizures in 7 to 8 years old boy, which refreshed my objectives.
My path-to-medicine started as a result of suffering of one of my close friend, when there was no one there to understand reason of his silence. Nonetheless, topic of sexual harassment and victimization is a taboo in the underserved areas of developing countries. The only person who could understand his silence was the primary care physician, practicing in the neighborhood. That particular incident diverted my attention towards Medicine. Medicine in my life has never been for me – medicine in my life is a commitment that I made to myself 21 years ago for alleviating the suffering of others – thus anything that exclusively does not belong to, I cannot give up!
However, I knew that being among those 20% of applicants who could not pass Step 2 CK on the first attempt has increased my journey of road-to-medicine. Yet, the Winston Churchill said “success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is courage to continue that counts”. Hence, that incident of subway took me to
When challenged as to why I would want to pursue a career in medicine, my response includes an acknowledgement of the realities of an intensely stressful and academically rigorous profession, but also a recognition of the rewards that come with having the ability to make a real difference to peoples’ lives. We depend on medicine in our weakest times and seek strength in those who dedicate themselves to research, prevention and treatment and I believe I have both the compassion and motivation to make a positive contribution.
Patient interaction, the art of diagnosis, and being able to witness improvement in patients’ conditions helped me to gain hands on experience. I have enjoyed learning from great teachers who taught me to think and who made the process of learning challenging. I particularly remember a 40year old male diabetic patient who suddenly became unconscious in the ward. My initial diagnosis of hypoglycemia was correct and the I.V dextrose given helped the patient recover immediately. The satisfaction one experiences when a patient recovers from a near death to normal state is truly
Since high school I was mesmerized by the mystery of the human body. I always wanted to study the structure of the smallest cells. Nevertheless, my admiration for the noble work of doctors in helping people and relieving the suffering of others was one of my primary reasons for wanting to pursue a career in medicine. Being born in a family that has always encouraged utilizing our inherent gifts to the fullest extent, I have excelled in every academic venture I have undertaken. My ambition to become a competent physician culminated when I was selected in the top 200 among a 100,000 applicants to attend the best medical school in my country, the University of Khartoum. Oliver Twist always asks for
At this point I know that I am confident, I can critically think and independently plan, organize and provide quality care to my patient. I have made a tremendous improvement on medication knowledge, application and administration and these competencies will be demonstrated in my clinical rotation at Holy redeemer. I have also put studying materials and practices that will help me recall and comprehend what I had learn so far to help me finish strong in this course that I have journeyed so
I became captivated by the opportunity to apply my knowledge of the biological and chemical sciences in a way that one day may save a life. Though my interest stems from my experiences, my passion to pursue this field lies elsewhere. Growing up in a family of low socioeconomic status in an area with few sources of acceptable health care, I saw my parents struggle as they aged to provide my siblings and I with a proper education. There were times they would ignore their own illness in order to save funds for an emergency for us. Observing this, I knew that no matter how difficult of a path I picked, regardless if it was pharmaceutical sciences or the medical field, my parents had concurred greater difficulties. Growing under such conditions, I began to realize the disparities in quality of treatments my parents received compared to those who of a higher socioeconomic status. This motivated me to pursue a career where I would be given the chance to offer care to individuals through unbiased views. Of course, there are a plethora of careers that can fulfill this but medicine has presented itself as very unique to me. It promises a lifestyle devoted to empathetic patient care, direct patient interaction, and a boundless opportunity to learn and experience something new. As the end of my undergraduate experience is forthcoming, I look forward to taking on the next phase of my life, endeavoring to join the ranks of tomorrow’s
To say that this incident was the defining moment as to why I chose medicine would be an exaggeration, but it had undoubtedly been an affirmation of my decision. To embark on a career in Medicine was not an easy decision, and it was certainly not something that I had aspired to be from a young age. In fact, it took nearly half a decade of careful consideration and exploration before I reached this conclusion. My motivation to become a doctor stems not only from my love for science, but also from the special connection that is established between a patient and a doctor during diagnosis and consultation. The opportunity for devoting a lifetime to alleviating illnesses stands as my inspiration. I believe that there is no other profession that can be compared to one which utilizes one’s acquired abilities to bring about a more immediate impact on someone’s life, just as this experience had
To anyone else, March 30, 2016 seemed like any other day. I woke up at an ungodly hour, spent incredibly way too much time on a bumpy, smelly school bus, and sat at a desk for hours. However, for me, this day was different. At 3:15, I was going to see a doctor, a doctor that might finally figure out why I had been feeling sick for months. My mom pulled me out of fourth block early, and we started on out journey to The Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. The ride seemed to take hours, and the traffic seemed endless. Eventually we made our way through the maze of a parking garage and hallways. After navigating our way to my appointment, my mom and I sat in the stiff chairs of the colorful and child-like waiting room until we were placed in an exam room. Eventually, there was a knock at the door and cardiologist Dr. Borris entered the room.
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My road into choosing medicine has been a turbulent route, but the bumps and hurdles along the way have created defining impressions on me. Over the years, I have been pushed and pulled into and away from being a physician. I interest in medicine initially sparked my high school friend asked me to take his job in doing his father’s, a primary care physician, paperwork for the year. I was in need of some gas money, so I gladly accepted. After signing towers of paper work regarding HIPAA, I began doing the simple task of scanning medical files and typing them into the electronic system.
I felt very excited for clinicals this semester even though it was only three days. I felt relaxed and awaited to provide safe patient care to the patients of Memorial Hermann Katy Hospital. I felt very good at the end of three days of clinical due to the fact I perform to the best of my abilities as a student. I felt strong during my drug administration by doing my three checks and making sure that all drugs compatible. Also, I did not contaminate when hanging IV medications or when I administered drugs through IV Push, IM, or Sub cut. I also felt I have finally have mastered patient teaching such as side effects of medications and self-care for patient with disease such as Diabetes. For example, teaching a Diabetic to check their feet with
The past two days I have spent in clinical has been a great learning experience. The first day, Wednesday, I had a patient who was a frequent flyer. He had just been admitted to the med-surg floor the day prior from the ICU. He was admitted to the hospital for DKA. He was admitted to the hospital multiple times in December because he is noncompliant with his diet for diabetes. The second day, I had a patient with has asities and A-fib. With this patient I learned the importance in receiving, and giving report to the next nurse. As my nurse and I were preparing my patient’s morning medications the nurse noticed that the dosage on one medication had increased. Before we gave the medication she went to speak with the doctor, who then informed
Considering the extent to which I am actively interested in the constantly evolving nature of Medicine and scientific advancements that have revolutionised the medical profession - to me, Medicine seemed like the most fitting and captivating career. I have seen critical illness within my family recently, feeling helpless at the time. Seeing the work of not only Doctors but also other NHS professionals who saved the life of one of the most important people in my life - inspired me to pursue a career in medicine. This paired with an extensive interest in the scientific intricacies particularly of the human body has lead to me developing a deeper ambition for Medicine. Whether it is in clinical work, research, surgery or teaching, to be involved
“ Although the road is never ending, take a step and keep walking, do not look fearfully into distance...On this path let the heart be your guide for the body is hesitant and full of fear.” At first, these poetic words by Rumi had little significance to me as I started my journey in healthcare. As I progressed through my journey into medical school I realized how well it defines my journey and its hurdles as one progresses through medical school. I have always been drawn to art of medicine. As long as I remember while just being a high school student, having just moved from another country and starting my education in USA, I was under the excellent guidance of talented biology teacher. Her interest into my studies and motivation made it possible for me to endure into a journey that was both fruitful and difficult at the same time. Working with her early on in my early career towards health sciences I knew that this is the journey I was going to take. Only when I am now at the end I can fully understand what Rumi said in his quote and how much it relates to me. My early interactions with healthcare blossomed into passion that I continued on towards completing my journey of medicine. This journey had its ups and down and not till my clinical years that I completely understood my scarifies and why that I took upon such a task. In my clinical years the interaction I had with patients made me realize this is what I would do if I were to start over and over again on the same
My admiration and respect for the medical profession inspired me to pursue medicine. The unending human quest to conquer disease and the advances in managing diseases has always been intriguing. As Hippocrates said, to cure the human body, it is necessary to have a knowledge of all. Psychiatry was that specialty during the clinical rotation in medical school which enabled me to contemplate various aspects of life. Learning about the mind, from mental conditions to illnesses, and learning from people whose minds work differently than the norm is always amusing. Moreover, they often have a refreshing knack to say exactly how they feel. Since then, relating to others and the world in a genuine and relevant way began.
Today January 31 of 2017 was my first Clinical day at the hospital for CN2 class. “Oh My God”, I felt so nervous since the day before. I was not able to sleep having nightmare that I was late to class, that I don’t bring my instruments, everything bad passed through my mind. Finally, was the time to get dressed with my royal blue scrub, recheck that I have all what I need in clinicals, take a deep breath and drive to the College waiting for 12:00 pm. Is for sure that I will be nervous, anxious and afraid all coming Tuesday, but after sitting in the lab room with my professor Sparry and get to know her, my heart and my mind felt so happy because my teacher was an amaizing person that loves to teach, that takes the time