My Life Of My Grandfather Essay

858 Words Aug 20th, 2016 4 Pages
Curiosity has been something that has always struck me as being closely tied to a career in medicine. My grandfather was a general practice physician who I witnessed growing old and weakening as the days passed. As a child he always enjoyed showing me many things he has learned from his medical practice and hobbies that he did on the side when he was not on the clock. I relished his company and looked forward to visiting him every time I had the chance to. Later as his health started to decline, it was tough for me to see someone so close to me being rushed to the hospital time after time with a heart attack and significant strokes. Each time I saw my grandfather endure these hardships and slowly slip out of the grasp of my hands and all I could do was observe the toll it was taking not only on his body, but his mind and personality. At the time being only a boy, I knew his care was out of my control. I promised myself once I was able to help others endure the process of seeing someone they cared deeply and sincerely about slowly deteriorate that I would make it a less painful and more tolerable manner to deal with. It was tough not being able to assist my grandfather with the suffering he was going through. It was not just the process of aging that was hard for me to watch, it was the fact that my grandfather was speeding it up tremendously whenever he would strike a match and light the chemically engineered long cylindrical object that he would puff on until his lungs…

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