Growing up in Nigeria, my experiences with healthcare had not been positive to say the least. Citizens were dying of mundane ailments either due to they had no money for treatment or the medical facility lacked the equipment and resources for treatment. I remain fortunate enough to be raised in a family that could afford healthcare when necessary and to not develop sickness beyond “common” malaria. However, the same cannot be spoken for the majority of people that visit the hospital every day only to be denied treatment on the grounds of their inability to pay. I remember a time I visited the hospital for a dislocated wrist. A young man around 17-19 years old staggered in crying about chest pains. It was an obvious emergency and yet the
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I was left alone to care for her as the rest of our family remained in Nigeria. I made the decision to take my prerequisite classes at a local community college 5 miles away from home as I could easily tend to my mother. It was also the same reason I transferred to my local state university 20 miles from home. Unfortunately her sickness deteriorated which caused me innumerable trips to the hospital- she preferred not to ride the ambulance. It became increasingly difficult to stay focused on my classes and pleading to make up missed exams, proved a futile effort. My grades suffered for it. I thoroughly enjoyed the science classes I took in school, nevertheless I could not invest my full time on them. I started developing doubts around my goal of becoming a doctor. I took a year off from school after graduation to explore the world of employment and also to validate my decision of going into medicine. I worked at an electronic shop that builds and repairs computers. I picked up the skill at a rapid pace before long I find myself in charge of training fresh interns. While the science behind computers is fascinating, I find myself reminiscing about my time as a volunteer at a hospital and working on various science projects in
I was left alone to care for her as the rest of our family remained in Nigeria. I made the decision to take my prerequisite classes at a local community college 5 miles away from home as I could easily tend to my mother. It was also the same reason I transferred to my local state university 20 miles from home. Unfortunately her sickness deteriorated which caused me innumerable trips to the hospital- she preferred not to ride the ambulance. It became increasingly difficult to stay focused on my classes and pleading to make up missed exams, proved a futile effort. My grades suffered for it. I thoroughly enjoyed the science classes I took in school, nevertheless I could not invest my full time on them. I started developing doubts around my goal of becoming a doctor. I took a year off from school after graduation to explore the world of employment and also to validate my decision of going into medicine. I worked at an electronic shop that builds and repairs computers. I picked up the skill at a rapid pace before long I find myself in charge of training fresh interns. While the science behind computers is fascinating, I find myself reminiscing about my time as a volunteer at a hospital and working on various science projects in