When I was around the age of 10 I had my very first surgery on my left leg. It was a moment I would never be able to forget. Not so much because it was hurtful or awful, but because it was an amazing moment, it made me realize many things I wouldn't be able to without that experiment. How could an unknown person help you so much, be willing to see you several times a week and get excited when there is a growth in the process of the your healing? Not only that, but motivated you in every way and have hope you will get better even if it would take an eternity to actually heal. The bond you get after seeing them for certain hours a day. The laughs, memories, talks you share with that person is extremely beautiful. It's such an amazing gift from
After 12 hours of surgery, assisting in a large operation for a young guy with "Treacher Collins syndrome". It was aw-inspiring how the team of OMS approached the patient, constructing his orbits, grafting and correcting his dentofacial deformity. Although I was exhausted, but I enjoyed every second of the operation and felt really proud and I knew that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Eye surgery is a life changing thing rather it be for vision or for any condition of the eye. Not to mention the empty checkbooks after the procedure. My mom and dad gave life to my dreams the day they called me telling me my surgery was scheduled for March 3rd at 8:30 in the
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.
I have recently started working as an interpreter at Cleveland Clinic in Cleveland, Ohio. Through this job, I have become my patients' voice. The experience has made me live their pain, feel their sadness, and revel in their willingness to heal; reinforcing, in my eyes, that we are not treating disease but the patient as a
When I was 10 years old I was diagnosed with type one diabetes. Not only was this the begging of a life long struggle, but it was also the beginning of a love affair with medicine. This unfortunate occurrence was the reason I became interested in healthcare as a whole. I grew up knowing that I wanted to help people the way that my doctors helped me. I was immensely impressed with their vast knowledge and I
This experience happened doing my fourth surgical procedure so it was not exposure to a new or unfamiliar situation. I would attribute my abnormal behavior as a reaction to anesthesia, but unfortunately this experience has become a new normal for me post-surgery. My behavior took place after I received the pre-surgery anesthesia, and as I was entering the operating room. This was the first time that I was not fully under before being moved to the operating room. Something different happened during this procedure and upon entering the operating room, I experienced extreme anxiety/claustrophobia or most likely panic attack when I observed what appeared to me as the tiniest room ever. Psychically, I tried to get up from the bed as I desperately wanted to get out of the room and far away. I experienced a racing heart rate, my chest being squeezed tightly as if to remove all remaining air, and extreme fear as it felt like the medical personnel were restraining me while they placed the gas mask on, end of recollection. Fast forward to recovery approximately 8 hours after a normal 2-hour procedure. The procedure went as expected, it was post recovery where I encountered complications. [Post-surgery remarks explained to me by medical staff and wife] during recovery, it was as if I were
When I was four I had a brain tumor. The surgery left me with a paralyzed arm, crossed eye and a deaf ear. To make matters worse, the paralyzed arm was also my writing hand and I had to learn to be right-handed. When I was transferred from North Shore Hospital to Rusk Institute for Rehabilitation in New York City, I learned to use a wheelchair and was fitted for a brace that extended from my hips to my ankles.
At the age of twelve, I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes. I remember the whole event of my diagnosis. At first, I thought that it was fun to have, because I had no understanding of what diabetes meant. People found out at school, and It gave me a lot of attention. As time progressed, I realized that I would have to eventually give myself shots. It gave me a wake up call. I eventually figured out that I would not be able to get rid of diabetes, because it is permanent. It was not a game, it was real life. I couldn't just turn off the video game and have it be done. Diabetes caused me to grow up really fast compared to most of my friends. I gave myself my first shot at the age of 12 and a half. I had to test my own blood sugar four times
It was my very first appointment at Shriners Hospital. My mom was struggling to get us there because back then she didn’t know how to drive. And my father had too much work. I remember that me and my mom got on the UTA bus and some nice lady help us get their. As we arrived to my first appointment. It was difficult for my mom to understand what the doctors and nurses were saying because at the time i got sick we had just arrived in America. The doctors did so many test on me that same day, they didn’t know what was wrong with me. I kept visiting the hospital for about more than two weeks. And finally they had to do surgery on me. The day i had to get surgery done was really scary i was feeling really nervous. When it was time for me to go into surgery i was scared to leave my mom i cried alot until they gave me anastesha. The surgery
I grew up in a research and development campus where my father is a scientist. Research and curiosity were constantly encouraged and this prompted me to take up medicine as a career, a field that offers tremendous prospects for research and discoveries. Throughout medical school I tried to be involved in research and attempts at trying out new ideas, be it in the lab or working with human subjects. I carried this through my residency and now my fellowship. The idea of studying a topic or issue that has so far not been treaded upon seems to be extremely exciting and challenging.
The one event in my life I want to remember is the day I shattered my kneecap. I was working out with my brother at a boxing gym that was close to our house. We would usually lift weights for about two hours, but my brother wanted us to do this exercise that would be doing jumping jacks on these huge tires behind the building. I seen no problem with it so I got a big tire and started doing jumping jacks.
Everyone has a story, a pivotal moment in their life that started to mold them into the person they are today and may even continue to mold you to the person that you will become, I just had mine a little bit earlier than others. When I was three years old my brother became a burn survivor. It may seem too early for me to remember, but I could never forget that day. Since then, I have grown, matured and realized that what my family and I went through has been something of a benefit to be and an experience that has helped me in deciding what I want to do with the rest of my life.
Defying all odds that were against me I would soon leave the hospital and never come back until the age of four. I remember never being able to sleep at night and constantly being sick when I was at the age of four. My mom noticed one day that my lymph nodes where swollen and that she would soon find out the hardest thing a parent could hear from the doctor about their child.
I’ve had many memorable moments in my life, but the biggest one would be when my family adopted my little brother Bailey. I’ve known Bailey for most of my life because he was my cousin that we would see every Christmas. I would’ve never thought that he would be my brother, I thought he was just an annoying little boy even though he was only three years younger than me. After time went on, I realized that he needed a family that genuinely loved him.We started to become close after we stopped fighting all the time and eventually became best friends. Bailey is kind, loving, and passionate in everything he does, and is such an amazing impact on me and my family.
I’ve had many memorable moments in my life but the biggest one would be when my family adopted my little brother Bailey. I’ve known Bailey for most of my life because he was my cousin. I would’ve never thought that he would be my brother, I thought he was just an annoying little boy that we would see every Christmas. After time went on, I realized that he needed a family that genuinely loved him. Bailey is kind, loving, and passionate in everything he does, and is such an amazing impact on me and my family.