Bladder Estrophy: A Personal Analysis

I would often watch as my mother’s hands worried at her sweater. Every hospital visit I would sit by Johnny Joe’s bed, eager to be of assistance. I realize now that my aid was largely undesired, and the only true contribution I made was distracting our mother. Yet the question I persistently asked then is the same question I wish to answer now - what can I do to help?
My brother was born with a unique physiological disorder called bladder exstrophy. New promising surgeries and newly developed medical complications occurred yearly. Doctors surrounded my childhood experience. Initially, I was invited to attend the many diagnostic discussions and procedural descriptions. By the time I was 10, however, my privileges were revoked. Apparently, asking "too many" questions is "disruptive." I continued to find the field enthralling, and the familial need to relieve my brother of his predicament led me to pursue my interest. In a way his condition put me at an advantage to further explore specialties of the …show more content…
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