My freshman year of high school rolled around and another doctor walked into my life. This doctor is an orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Miller and is a close friend of my dad’s. I was being bullied at school and decided I was going to quit. One Wednesday morning when the orthopedic surgeon was in town, he and my dad sat me down and told me, “Mishayla, if you drop out of high school, you will never become a doctor and you will never get to have a positive impact on other’s lives.”
I then said, “Fine, I’ll go to school, but I’m not going enjoy it.” They looked at me and laughed and came up with a solution. I …show more content…
For my dad, it was things, like diagnosing a patient with terminal cancer, or getting the call from the nursing home that one of his elderly patients had passed away. I have also seen him, have to deal with the most difficult thing in the world, telling a patient’s parents, that their child’s cancer is back again and it’s not looking good. I have watched the orthopedic surgeon in the office have to tell a patient that they will never be able to rodeo again, after blowing their knee out and then go to another room and tell another patient that they can’t play sports or play in the state championship game of their senior year, because of a torn ACL. Not only does it make my heart hurt, but I can see the pain in both of these doctor’s eyes, when they hear the bad news or have to be the bearer of bad news, but I have also seen the victories of being in