Brandon started off with a simple fever, then uncontrollable vomiting. My mom tried everything that she could think of, but nothing was helping. Later that night, we took him to the ER. We were stuck there for …show more content…
They showed me how much hard work I would have to put in, in order to give patients and their familys comfort in the same way they were doing for my brother and family. I asked tons of questions to try and figure out all the requirements and the hardships they had to endure in order to get where they were in their career. The nurses had more time to explain all the schooling and how long clinical are for most of the doctors that work with children. Clinicals are basically the way you get to practice what you learned on real people. I always knew that getting any job in the medical field would mean a lot of hard work and dedication, but at the hospital, I heard first hand testimonies and got advice from people who had been through it …show more content…
I was so thankful that my brother was healthy and out of the hospital. I was also grateful for being able to learn so much about how much family meant to me, how to become a dedicated medical professional, and how many options I had, not only in the medical field but working with kids. While it was a very scary week, it brought me closer to my family, but I now know what to expect once I take the leap and take classes aimed towards the medical field. In joining the Air Force, I wanted a medical job, so I could retire and later use those skills in a civilian work environment. Although I did not get a medical job, I plan to cross train into the medical field and to have a positive impact on children, like those doctors have for my brother. I am forever grateful for grateful for Brandon’s week in the