In 2008 I graduated from a local community college with an associate degree in nursing. I immediately began working at my local hospital where I have been…
I want to be a Certified Medical Assistant because I love the gratification of being able to provide exceptional healthcare to my residents and patients. I achieved academic success graduating from high school with a little more than two years of healthcare experience as a Certified Nursing Assistant building friendships and lasting bonds. My personal work experience throughout school helped guide me to furthering my education for a healthcare career. Personal health struggles have struck my interest to learn all that I can about different healthcare fields to gain knowledge for myself and to be able help other individuals like those who have helped me. My conscious decision to become a Medical Assistant and healthcare professional has never…
In life you learn many valuable things. You learn what to do and what not to do. It's what you do with that knowledge that sets you apart from every single person on the planet. Your parents are basic examples of teachers, they are your teachers for life. You learn from their mistakes and you try to surpass them in all that they do.…
I believe that my personal background, and my success despite the adversity that I have faced is an essential part of who I am. The first of my struggles came from being born to two teenage parents without at least a high school education, and although my mother went on to get a GED and to college my father did not. Many people in my family had issues with substance abuse and addictions including my father. Although, I was raised by my mother and grandmother, my father’s actions and behaviors negatively impacted my life. My father was verbally and mentally abusive to the people around him, especially when he used alcohol.…
My family of origin was comprised of my parents, myself, and my younger brother. David was born three years after me, and we filled the functional roles of “oldest child” and “youngest child” perfectly. As described by McGoldrick, Gerson, & Petry (2008), “oldest children are likely to be the over responsible and conscientious ones in the family” (p.126). I was always expected to perform academically and conduct myself with high moral standards. I did as was expected, and I do not remember ever questioning the situation.…
Telling my mother that I am a lesbian was the biggest accomplishment I ever did. When I was a kid, she would always scold me for acting boyish and playing with boy's toys. I had my first crush when I was in third grade. I could not tell anyone because I had a crush on a girl. For most of my life I had been a closed book.…
Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of becoming a paramedic. The flashing lights and blaring sirens of passing ambulances would always fill me with excitement as I wondered what type of emergency they were responding too. Some would say that it was in my blood to work in EMS. My father served his community for 35 years as a firefighter/EMT and 10 years as a police officer.…
Growing up my mother and I had a very difficult relationship, it was a very difficult time in my life. We went through a lot of fights, name calling, hurtful words, wishing each other ill and pain. Growing up my mother used to verbally abuse me by calling me all kinds of names, criticized the way I looked and parts of my body. I was either too fat or too skinny but I was never good enough for her.…
What I went Through During My Parents Divorce As long as they talk it out t will be ok , right? I didn’t like the idea of having two of everything. I thought how do you divide 3 into 2 and then how would that work in different locations. I also wondered how my siblings felt about the situation. Were they as confused as I was and would this be a permanent change in my life?…
Family Introduction Creating this genogram was a difficult task for me because my parents and their siblings hardly communicate with each other anymore. Ever since the passing of both my paternal grandfather and maternal grandmother, the families have simply fallen apart. Many relatives have distanced themselves from their extended families, and no longer have a desire to interact with their siblings or cousins. Sociopolitical and spiritual issues have caused some members of both families to harbor resentment against one another.…
My mother and I did not share a typical mother/daughter relationship. There was a time when we would not even speak and years would pass before I would even see her again. However, I would always see her when I looked into the mirror, since I looked just like her. I would hear her laugh because our laughs were identical, and small details we shared would remind me of the relationship I was missing, the relationship I felt everyone took advantage of. During my senior year all hope of a possible reconciliation would be lost.…
This book is dedicated to George Richard Fetters Sr. also known as my dad. Thank you for being such a great person who does wondrous things and surviving what sometimes can be hard fulfilling life. I know we've all been through alot and you work through it all for us. We all love you so much and I hope you know that.…
My life history starts with my last name - Bistritzan. Bistritzan translates to swift river because my ancestors come from an area called Bistriţa which is a mountainous region in today’s northern Romania. For many years the most I knew about my life was that my great-grandparents came to Canada and were farmers. I learned Romanian culture through my grandmother’s cooking and the few words my Mosho (grandfather) would teach me.…
My sister and I were spending summer of 2007 with my mom and her husband in San Antonio, Texas. It was an early and beautiful Tuesday morning in San Antonio. I woke up with an overwhelming need to talk to my dad that was back home in Dallas, Texas. I called and called and there was no answer, which was very odd since he had been working since 6am. After what seemed like the millionth time trying to reach him somebody picked up the phone.…
Every Saturday, I distinctly recall the smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. The radio would be playing in the background, masked by the overwhelming chatter occurring throughout the house. So many things happening in such a small space: what I remember most, is the sound of laughter, and the smiles that surrounded me. My grandpa hollering because he cannot hear the television, my mother still drowsy from the sleepless night, My grandmother singing to the radio that was barely audible over the commotion, and me, invariably sat looking at all that surrounded me, enthralled at how lucky I was to have a heart so full.…