The scent of coffee brewing at four in the morning has been a regular occurrence for the past twelve years. The bitter, pungent air filled the kitchen for most of my childhood, and when waking up to my mother sleeping in her chair with her third cup that night on the end table, I can’t help but admire her perseverance. My brother, Brandon, was born with a severe case of cerebral palsy, a terminal medical condition that limits his body’s ability to function properly. He has no control over his motor abilities, and is restricted to a wheelchair; his body is scarred from multiple surgeries to his hips and abdomen, and his spine is riddled with scoliosis. He relies on a feeding tube to receive his nutrients, and a heart monitor to detect severe seizures that occur primarily at night. His …show more content…
To ease the panic experienced by parents like my own mother by developing medications that take care of their children, is something I can only achieve with extensive research. Being able to achieve the high education needed to become a doctor, and to help patients who need medication to function normally in everyday life, is what I believe I’m meant to do; my brother’s condition may not be curable, but I can help individuals like him who are fighting the same