“It’s going to be hard,” the doctor said as the surgery was completed and I was out of recovery. “What happened?” I asked a little worried about the way he was acting. “We had to remove your left eye because you had Retinoblastoma in it,” he replied. I went over to the mirror to see a patch on the left side of my face covering my left eye socket. Little did I know about how much this moment would change my life and make me who I am today. Growing up with only my right eye has drastically changed my life in some good and bad ways. At the beginning right after it happened I was ashamed. Whenever my family and I would go somewhere I would always have my face into whichever one of my parents was carrying me at that time. I had to adjust …show more content…
My friends all think it is cool that I am different than everyone else. We all joke around about it because it is a part of my life. I have embraced it as it not being an excuse for anything even though it would be really easy to name it as one. My friends say that because of this I can do some things most people have never seen before and amaze them with how I do it. Going forward in life I would like to help those affected by cancer. It is a very serious matter and should not be taking lightly. I would let people know to live life to the fullest because you never know when that one event will occur and will change your life forever. I would also like to help out the American Cancer Society in one day curing the gruesome killer. Lastly to let the kids and people going through the battle and let them know they are not alone and that there are people that will be there with them throughout the whole battle. If I could go back in time I wouldn’t change a thing. This life-threatening event has made me who I am today and has shaped my whole life around it. Sure it would be great to do some of the things I haven’t been able to do because of the event, but that would mean that I wouldn’t be the same person I am today. I know God had all of this planned for
My interest in the career of optometry stems from my first experience in the optometry office to receive my first pair of glasses when I was in middle school. I distinctly remember the moment when my optometrist slipped my new glasses over my eyes for the first time. Suddenly, everything in the room came into sharp, clear focus. I knew that the glasses would help me see the board in school, but I was astonished to find that I could see small details about the room, as it had never before occurred to me that I should have been able to see these details. I was also surprised that I was even able to see the expressions on the faces of people who were standing far away from me. It was one of the most incredible, freeing, and empowering moments of my life. As I walked out of the optometry office, I felt
As far as my goals, helping others is something that I plan to do for the rest of my life. Especially when I am a student at Avila University and when I become a breast cancer doctor. Throughout my life experiences I’ve learned that if I don’t help others now, I definitely won’t be able to find the cure of cancer; because I won’t be able to work well with my cancer team and I’ll be afraid to operate on other individuals 's bodies, fearing cancer will spread to numerous parts of the human
The ride home that day was filled with questions and concerns about surgery. Being that both my eyes had a turn to them surgery was very critical and dangerous, and with the degree of my turns I had the potential to go blind. Dinner that night was another debate. Overall my parents choice was clear, all they wanted was for me to be okay, and for this situation that meant surgery.
Something as simple as taking a walk around the facility can prove to be a battle with patient X. From the day I met patient X it was noticeable that she was lacking her memory. Patient X could no longer tell me her name and everyday it would be different struggle, but for that day it was getting her out of bed to take a walk. From the moment I walked in and introduced myself, patient X could not provide me with her name. Patient X constantly asked if I was her baby, and when dealing with an Alzheimer patient, it’s always best to go along with what that patient is saying. As I got patient X up and out of bed, she started to become violent and resistant. Patient X took forty-five minutes to simply get out of bed and dressed, and that was the very beginning of the battle that would consist all day.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Everything will be all right.” My doctor was there. That reassured me. I felt that in his presence, nothing serious could happen to me. Every one of his words was healing and every glance of his carried a message of hope. “It will hurt a little,” he said, “but it will pass. Be brave.” (79)
My father made a successful recovery and I became inspired. I realized that having the gift of sight is something people take for granted. Therefore, when I embarked on my undergraduate journey, I partook in several activities to help foster my thirst for knowledge about optometry. For instance, I became the treasurer of the pre-optometry club at the University of Florida. As an executive board member, I opened doors for others to find their passion for optometry through managing our budget and finances to sponsor trips and activities. Meanwhile, I also worked as a secretary and shadowed at the Eye Associates of Orlando, where I gained practical knowledge. I also volunteered for the KidSight Vision Screening Program where I entered data of visio...
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
It’s amazing how a horrific and negative life changing event can encourage and guide you in the path of your future. The end result may not be visible when it first takes place, but the process of a recovery can be extremely educational. You see, I was provided the opportunity of job shadowing firsthand the fields of athletic training and physical therapy due to a knee injury. I believe the majority of people would consider a severely damaged knee a dramatic setback in life. I was able to find the silver lining during the recovery.
When I was just 11 years old, I fractured my ankle playing basketball at the local park. The pain was white-hot and excruciating. I was reduced to a sobbing, blubbering, mess and unrecognizable upon my arrival the doctor’s office. After the diagnosis and subsequent surgery, I was placed on crutches and barred from participating in physical activity for at least six weeks. This was paramount to torture for my 11 year-old energetic and hyper-active self. Seeing my friends run around short of breath because of their own intoxicating laughter was bittersweet at best. One evening at the local park, I was just about ready to go insane until I surveyed my immediate surroundings and noticed a couple of kids my age sitting at a wooden table a couple of feet
When my dad was gone I had to help my mom and Ross out with some of Ross’ treatments, like the pressure garments that kept his skin grafts on. I learned a lot about the medical world from an early age which has been fueled by the science that I learned in school and has been nurtured by my love for it. For the rest of my life I hope that I will be able to keep this love going with a career in medicine working as a G.P, or a General Practitioner, so that I can help people stay happy and healthy just as my family got help so long
The idea of normality rarely bothered me. I began accepting my differences which ultimately allowed me to appreciate originality. During my last year of high school, I was given the chance to perform at the annual Senior Showcase. My family members scattered all over the United States flew out to hear me sing. The occasion felt too significant and too momentous for a random song that everyone would forget about hours after. That night I played and sang “True Colors” in front of one thousand peers, family members and parents to share a message that I will forever remember. I’m Adrian. I’m a fun loving, wild and outgoing kid that loves theater and is beyond proud to be black, white and homosexual. These things may be a part who I am, but they certainly do not define my character. So, I asked, and I ask everyone still, to think of me as Adrian. I don’t want to be referred to as the gay kid, the mixed kid or the theater kid simply because I am just Adrian. Differences may be advantageous, but why highlight them when defining an individual? Why make someone feel less of a person than what they deserve? The support I received after the performance gave me the strength I needed to start the next chapter of my life at college. Furthermore, my progress as a human being gave me the happiness and fortitude required to disregard the belief that normal is
decisions I have made, because I would never be the person I am today or have
I’m not a doctor, I can’t stop someone from dying like that and I couldn’t have done anything to change the outcome. I didn’t become addicted to meth or anything like that afterwards. I was sad but not enough to do something drastic like that. I think that my actions mainly consisted of processing the fact that I would never see my grandma alive again. I don’t think that I did anything harmful or reckless after that. I don’t even think I missed a day of school. I think any actions that I did or did not take were reasonable. I don’t think that any actions that I might have taken hurt anyone, or that they were bad. If I could go back in time, I would not change any of my actions because I don’t think that I did anything wrong.
look back in life, there are many things that I would change, but there is one decision that
I never really talk about the affects my father’s motorcycle accident had on me because it hurts to know I went through something like that at such a young age. Where I am now is where I want to stay because it is nothing but progress from where I was then. I may have grown from my father’s motorcycle accident, but also developed a lot of good and bad memories that I would not trade for the world.