I still remember the look on the dean 's face, Dr. Charles Lee, as he stood up and took a bow just after my medical degree was bestowed upon me. After years and years of work, and applying to medical school after school, I finally had it. There was nothing better. If only my friend was still alive I could 've helped her then, but I know at the very least she’d be proud. Now I could help other women just like her, the ones too embarrassed to go to a male doctor. To begin, the journey there wasn’t so easy. After growing up in a home where education was very important I grew to always strive to better myself, to gain more and more knowledge. I grew up in England where my father stressed the importance to both my siblings and I, that we continue …show more content…
Several weeks later, my father grew ill with a terrible fever, and passed away. He left us in a lot of debt, so soon after that me and my sisters, Anna and Marian started a school and after converting from Episcopalism to Transcendentalism the school received a much adverse reaction, causing it to be forsaken. I didn’t let that get me down but took it as an opportunity to see that I should continue my education and improve as a person. In 1844, My sister helped me get a job in Henderson, Kentucky but I did not like seeing all the authentic slavery that took place there. So I made my way back home. Later, I decided to should pursue being a doctor, using my friend 's death as an inspiration that there should be female doctors. So I acquired another job teaching music in and academy, in Asheville, North Carolina. The school was ran by Reverend John Dickson, a pastor who also had his medical degree. He let me study his medical books in the library, although I was all alone. I had many doubts about being a doctor and was very lonely in my pursuit but got through it by focusing on my …show more content…
Some people gave me dirty looks while others seemed intrigued. I aimed to do well, and soon found my place there. Soon, many people started to respect me and my aspirations, some men even tried to pursue me, but I rejected them all, wanting to be alone and found solace in my studies. In the summer, I returned to Pennsylvania and stayed with Dr. Elder, I applied for positions all around trying to get work in clinics for experience. Still, there was a stigma on my being a woman doctor, many people just turned me away. Until finally, The Guardians of the Poor gave me an opportunity in Blockley Almshouse. I gained a lot of experience there, but was still met with discrimination from young doctors at times refusing to help me treat patients. While there I grew distaste for the syphilitic ward and seeing those suffering from typhus. So that’s what I wrote my thesis on, typhus. After which, I received my
Elizabeth Blackwell was the first woman to graduate from medical school. After being rejected from multiple schools, she was finally accepted into the Geneva Medical College (Markel). Although it must have been very difficult, Elisabeth’s headstrong attitude pushed
In 1868, Elizabeth had founded a women’s medical college in New York City to help train other women who had hoped to become physicians. The educational standards placed within this college were substantially higher than those in contemporary male-dominated medical schools (NWHM). This school had earned worldwide attention, which caused Elizabeth to place an even more profound emphasis on entrance exams, curriculum, and graduate
But one day, her friend Mary Donaldson was feeling ill in the hospital. Elizabeth went to visit her. She kept comforting her and making her better. Until, Mary said something. Something that changed everything Elizabeth Blackwell had ever thought upon. Mary told Elizabeth that she should join the medical career. Elizabeth was very surprised. She was even laughing at Mary’s idea.
Medicine has proven to be an elusive, tempestuous creature. It has appeared to me in visions nightmarish and calm, despairing and joyous. My pursuit has been an odyssey, taking me farther into my heart than I ever dreamed possible. However, before I could even begin to approach the emotional, physical and Intellectual demands of a physician's life, I had to gain a better understanding of myself, my identity and beliefs. Only with this stronger sense of self have I felt the confidence to give my best and my all, and to make my contribution to society.
Screech!!! The bus’ brakes scream upon stopping. I look up to see buildings that look like stone and marbled statuses. The buildings stood tall with tan shiny finishes. The grass was too green to be true and the atmosphere felt like home to me. I had embarked upon a journey that I never thought would be. I was here, here at Emory School of Medicine. Numerous of people walking around with white doctor coats, teal scrubs, and soft colorful crocs. I was a part of an elite group of about thirty high school students, who would soon be a part of Emory’s School of Medicine mentoring program, called Emory School of Medicine Pipeline Program. This program introduced intercity students, such as myself, to the world of medicine. This inspired students to become future medical doctors, nurses, and other medical professions. This program greatly influenced my interest for medicine.
For the first time in my academic and professional career, I am sincerely interested and excited about what is yet to come. This is not to imply that I am displeased with the amount of time it took me to make the decision to pursue medical school After all, there are many people who never end up in a satisfying career. I believe my past experiences are propelling me forward with a sense of enthusiasm and conviction which will translate into the formation of a competent and humane doctor. Perhaps, someday, I will be the anonymous face that helps a twelve year old boy in his time of need.
As far back as I can remember I had a strong affinity for science. I recall having an avid curiosity in biology and chemistry while I attended catholic school. Our congregation placed an emphasis on missionary work and social service, and growing up I felt very connected to that experience. Medicine as a profession was something I was exposed to early on as many of my family members are physicians. I became even more interested in medicine when as a teenager my dad became critically ill and I wanted desperately to know what was happening and what needed to be done to get him better.
The issue of Slavery in the South was an unresolved issue in the United States during the seventeenth and eighteenth century. During these years, the south kept having slavery, even though most states had slavery abolished. Due to the fact that slaves were treated as inferior, they did not have the same rights and their chances of becoming an educated person were almost impossible. However, some information about slavery, from the slaves’ point of view, has been saved. In this essay, we are comparing two different books that show us what being a slave actually was. This will be seen with the help of two different characters: Linda Brent in Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl and Frederick Douglass in The Narrative of the life of Frederick
At thirteen I left my home in sunny Miami, Florida to attend a boarding school in snowy Milwaukee, Wisconsin. During those four years I learned to be independent, and to work effectively with my peers. One year, a group of students and I began to visit patients every
A documentary Doctors ' Diaries produced real-life stories of seven first-year medical students from Harvard University. The film shows emotions and mental stress that goes through medical students while becoming a doctor and how it affects them. Medical students choose medicine or pre-med as a career to help save people, but the challenges interns interfere with are their personal life and education. At first, the interns were excited about their future and then over time they became tired and damage in certain ways; Tom Tarter was one of the interns that had to go through their medical education, internship, and family life at 21 years old.
Furthermore, as I wanted to advance in my career, my family and I came to the United States for a better future. Though I had several obstacles such as language barriers and financial problems, I got accepted to Florida International University with the FIU Academic Achievement scholarship and joined Alpha Epsilon Iota Academic Honor Society, where I gained experience that strengthened my desire to study medicine. Feeling so grateful for the opportunity given to me, I begun to volunteer at Miami Children’s Hospital in the Pediatric Oncology Unit. Working w...
In order to determine whether or not clinical medicine was the right career for me, I started shadowing Dr. Richard Turner in the ER. Through my experiences with him, I learned that medicine is a problem solving process. As I watched, he would take a patient's history and try to piece together the correct diagnosis by deciding which scenarios were more likely than others. I was attracted by the dynamic nature of each patient's diagnosis and the necessity for an open mind. My hobby of flying has taught me to look at everything in life with a new perspective and to assess the situation from as many angles as possible. Watching Dr. Turner has confirmed my perception of a medical career and the nature of the work involved. Since I love puzzles and problems, the problem solving aspect also increased my desire to become a physician.
Although I have great goals to help people, my grand wish cannot be granted without a great amount of effort on my part. I decided to take part in activities that would help me reach my goals and to ready myself for that field of work. My extracurricular activities and my electives showed proof of my interest in the medical field over time. I made an extra effort to look for activities and classes that could help me on the way to becoming a doctor. My first step was
I grew up in the south-eastern part of Nigeria where both the nuclear and extended family is close-knit. The gentle but professional way my uncle, a family physician took care of any ill member of our family resonated early in my life and I wanted to be a doctor like him. I always looked forward to going to his small practice during which I would ask him as many questions as my young mind could muster about medicine. After I gained admission into medical school, the journey from the pre-clinical years of understanding how the human body functions to the clinical years of seeing how that fund of knowledge transformed a sick person’s life caused me to gain a deep respect for the profession. I enjoyed all my rotations and learned so much from them. However, my first day in the medical ward remains indelible in my mind. The empathic way my
A career in medicine has been a childhood dream for me. I was born and raised in a small and underdeveloped city in Sri Lanka, where hospitals and doctors were sparse. At the age of ten, I lost my father due to a lack of immediate medical care. Shortly thereafter, a civil war erupted and I witnessed countless deaths throughout my childhood. At a young age, I understood that many deaths could have been avoided, if the sick and injured had access to medical professionals. These experiences have fueled my passionate desire to live my life as a physician.