Personal Narrative: Schizophrenic Occupations
As I opened the front door of my home after a day in high school, I heard my mom’s shrieks. My eyes then fell upon her rocking on the floor, desperately pleading for the pain to stop. She did not recognize or acknowledge me when I spoke to her. I was terrified and helpless to assist her. I called 911, and within minutes she was taken to the hospital, where she would spend her next three weeks under continuous observation.
A year prior, my mother had been diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma. The day I called 911, she was being weaned off of prednisone that had been prescribed to counteract the side effects of her drug treatments. The withdrawal pains were so excruciating that she entered an altered state of awareness to mentally cope. The trauma …show more content…
Sigrun Hallmeyer. Every treatment visit, Dr. Hallmeyer would enter the room and begin by hugging my mother and starting off each visit by establishing the support and reassurance that my mom so desperately needed. I had never seen a relationship such as the one my mother had with her physician. I have always held this career in the highest regard because of the academic requirements, but it is truly the balance between academics and compassion that makes this such a dynamic occupation. Yet, the decision to become an M.D. was not an obvious choice for me at that …show more content…
My family’s unfortunate situation left me feeling out of control of my future, but hard work was something I could control. I meticulously planned my every step, prioritizing each stride in pursuit of medical school. In one short year, I have managed to complete all my academic prerequisites and perform especially well in my biology, biochemistry and physics courses. I have enhanced my clinical experience through shadowing and my involvement in an exercise physiology lab where I was able to help participants better their health and lifestyles. Regardless of the costs, including giving up my summer break to complete my biology requirements, dedicating every day of my winter break to preparations for the MCAT, spending the early mornings monitoring heart rates of participants in the lab and always spending that extra night of studying, refusing to leave anything to chance, I was dedicated to my goal. I used to believe being hard working was a sign of weakness, but now I believe it is my greatest
A year prior, my mother had been diagnosed with stage 4 melanoma. The day I called 911, she was being weaned off of prednisone that had been prescribed to counteract the side effects of her drug treatments. The withdrawal pains were so excruciating that she entered an altered state of awareness to mentally cope. The trauma …show more content…
Sigrun Hallmeyer. Every treatment visit, Dr. Hallmeyer would enter the room and begin by hugging my mother and starting off each visit by establishing the support and reassurance that my mom so desperately needed. I had never seen a relationship such as the one my mother had with her physician. I have always held this career in the highest regard because of the academic requirements, but it is truly the balance between academics and compassion that makes this such a dynamic occupation. Yet, the decision to become an M.D. was not an obvious choice for me at that …show more content…
My family’s unfortunate situation left me feeling out of control of my future, but hard work was something I could control. I meticulously planned my every step, prioritizing each stride in pursuit of medical school. In one short year, I have managed to complete all my academic prerequisites and perform especially well in my biology, biochemistry and physics courses. I have enhanced my clinical experience through shadowing and my involvement in an exercise physiology lab where I was able to help participants better their health and lifestyles. Regardless of the costs, including giving up my summer break to complete my biology requirements, dedicating every day of my winter break to preparations for the MCAT, spending the early mornings monitoring heart rates of participants in the lab and always spending that extra night of studying, refusing to leave anything to chance, I was dedicated to my goal. I used to believe being hard working was a sign of weakness, but now I believe it is my greatest