Seeing my father cry was so out of the ordinary for me as I was used to his cheerful and playful personality. I remember the doctors taking my older brother and me into a waiting area just outside my mother’s room. When my father came out of my mother’s hospital room, he immediately came to hug us and relay information that the doctors gave him. He went on to tell the both of us that mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and her situation was progressively getting worst, but there were ways to treat the disease. Being only six years old at the time, I was not able to encompass the severity of the problem and the understanding to why my brother was crying so intensely over the situation.
That same foggy evening, I went into my mother’s room …show more content…
By this I mean, she had to overcome many sessions of intense chemotherapy and harsh procedures. Furthermore, she had to be wary of the foods she consumed and the activities she did on a daily basis. Nonetheless, this event sparked something inside of me that I will cherish for the rest of my life.
This experience served as a steppingstone for my passion for science. As the young boy that I was, I didn’t know much about science, but now that I have transitioned into adulthood, I have aspirations of ultimately becoming a physician. Throughout my school life, I have tried to take as many sciences classes I could without any regrets of taking them. In addition, having the opportunity to help people out is a great feeling for me. With that being said, there isn’t another feeling I would rather have then by potentially saving peoples’ lives as a doctor.
As I became more deeply in love with science overall, I asked my brother if he could show me around his medical school and more precisely the school’s anatomy lab. In the lab, he showed what the inside of a cadaver looked like and how the body functioned using some of the cadavers as examples. This was such a different experience for me as it was more of an affirmation for me to become a doctor in the
That same foggy evening, I went into my mother’s room …show more content…
By this I mean, she had to overcome many sessions of intense chemotherapy and harsh procedures. Furthermore, she had to be wary of the foods she consumed and the activities she did on a daily basis. Nonetheless, this event sparked something inside of me that I will cherish for the rest of my life.
This experience served as a steppingstone for my passion for science. As the young boy that I was, I didn’t know much about science, but now that I have transitioned into adulthood, I have aspirations of ultimately becoming a physician. Throughout my school life, I have tried to take as many sciences classes I could without any regrets of taking them. In addition, having the opportunity to help people out is a great feeling for me. With that being said, there isn’t another feeling I would rather have then by potentially saving peoples’ lives as a doctor.
As I became more deeply in love with science overall, I asked my brother if he could show me around his medical school and more precisely the school’s anatomy lab. In the lab, he showed what the inside of a cadaver looked like and how the body functioned using some of the cadavers as examples. This was such a different experience for me as it was more of an affirmation for me to become a doctor in the