Moria Edwards Aspiring BSN
My path of being part of the medical world was laid out and paved before I was even born. Was it destiny, I can’t say but the road has always been clear to everyone but me. My grandmother Minnie Madden sadly had two children with medical conditions. One suffering from leukemia, taking his life at the age of 11, and another child left blind and deaf due to mastoiditis. She empowered herself to learn everything she could about medicine. This lifestyle grew and carried over to my mother a CNA of 20 years, a mother of a child with seizures and an older sister and mentor for her blind sister. These women my grandmother and mother did everything they could to keep up the fight for life, they never just took the word of one person but pushed for evidence. I know my love of hard work, and a challenge comes from watching those women give more than they had. …show more content…
During this time, I was causing trouble, like most teens, my mother was plagued with what she could do. My mother decided that volunteering in the long-term care facility she worked at would be the answer to keep my teenage behavior at bay. She was correct, when I was the age of 15, I was offered a job working in the kitchen in this facility, happy I was and how quickly I learned my residents like and dislikes. One day I was pulled into the office of the DON with my mother. Scared, they informed me that I should consider getting my CNA, that I had something that they felt called for this rough rewarding job. So, at the age of 17 I found myself passing state boards and starting my now eight-year career of being a
My path of being part of the medical world was laid out and paved before I was even born. Was it destiny, I can’t say but the road has always been clear to everyone but me. My grandmother Minnie Madden sadly had two children with medical conditions. One suffering from leukemia, taking his life at the age of 11, and another child left blind and deaf due to mastoiditis. She empowered herself to learn everything she could about medicine. This lifestyle grew and carried over to my mother a CNA of 20 years, a mother of a child with seizures and an older sister and mentor for her blind sister. These women my grandmother and mother did everything they could to keep up the fight for life, they never just took the word of one person but pushed for evidence. I know my love of hard work, and a challenge comes from watching those women give more than they had. …show more content…
During this time, I was causing trouble, like most teens, my mother was plagued with what she could do. My mother decided that volunteering in the long-term care facility she worked at would be the answer to keep my teenage behavior at bay. She was correct, when I was the age of 15, I was offered a job working in the kitchen in this facility, happy I was and how quickly I learned my residents like and dislikes. One day I was pulled into the office of the DON with my mother. Scared, they informed me that I should consider getting my CNA, that I had something that they felt called for this rough rewarding job. So, at the age of 17 I found myself passing state boards and starting my now eight-year career of being a