As a child, I grew up hearing medicine discussed around the dinner table (my mother is a retired nurse and my father is an optometrist)(I would rewrite this sentence. Using the . Their conversations and stories piqued my interest during youth. When I began high school, I started working alongside other employees at my father's optometry practice. During this time, I was first introduced both to patients as seen through the eyes of medical support staff as well as those same staff members. I am friends with many of those people to this day. Throughout my college career I took medically oriented classes whenever the opportunity arose. My professors taught me to love the biological foundations that modern medicine is built upon. I also began to involve myself in undergraduate research, which made me question my goal of a career in medicine. However, during the Summer of 2013 I had the good fortune to take a course which involved shadowing doctors in Central America. I was able to observe many doctors in multiple fields, each with their own unique skill set and philosophy. The most distinct memory I carry from the time spent in clinics and hospitals is of an elderly woman. …show more content…
When the doctor I was following that particular week examined her, he determined that she would have to undergo an amputation. He of course informed her of this, and upon hearing him she turned to me, smiled and said something in Spanish. I had absolutely no idea what she said. I smiled back at her, murmured something conciliatory, and watched as they wheeled her out of sight. I must have looked confused because one of the medical interns leaned over to me and told me she had said, "It’s good that it hurts. It means I'm