Figuring out where you want to go and what you want to do with your life is a jigsaw puzzle. There are times when it’s just a big messy pile of seemingly unrelated pieces. Moments where it’s frustrating and difficult to find the pieces you need. Then slowly the edges are formed, the corners get placed and the picture starts to make sense.
At four years old, I stared across the worn wooden floor of my grandma’s kitchen. In front of me was the person I had always believed was superwoman. Except now she looked frail and tired, her body wrecked from rounds of ‘chemotherapy’, a word everyone kept saying, but I had yet to learn the meaning of. All I knew was that my mom was sick, and not the kind of sick chicken noodle soup and a Vernors would fix. I …show more content…
It angered me that Kayla’s mind and body were so transformed by the drugs. I couldn’t stand that graduation; college, children and life’s rewards had been taken from her. It broke my heart to see her mother’s pain after losing a child. So I felt compelled to actively do something to help make sure in the future the positives of pharmaceuticals, out weighed the negative side effects. That children, and families wouldn’t have to watch their loved ones bodies be destroyed by the medicine that was supposed to save them. So pursuing a career in Pharmacy became the obvious decision. After taking Pharmacy classes at my high school, earning my pharmacy technician certification and surviving a little over a year of pre-pharmacy it’s a decision I’m glad I made. I’d be lying if I said there weren’t tough nights, where I wished I had an easier journey or an easier major. I know that one-day, I’ll be able to help get people the treatment they need, which makes each and every late night studying, impossible exam and hard life experience worth
At four years old, I stared across the worn wooden floor of my grandma’s kitchen. In front of me was the person I had always believed was superwoman. Except now she looked frail and tired, her body wrecked from rounds of ‘chemotherapy’, a word everyone kept saying, but I had yet to learn the meaning of. All I knew was that my mom was sick, and not the kind of sick chicken noodle soup and a Vernors would fix. I …show more content…
It angered me that Kayla’s mind and body were so transformed by the drugs. I couldn’t stand that graduation; college, children and life’s rewards had been taken from her. It broke my heart to see her mother’s pain after losing a child. So I felt compelled to actively do something to help make sure in the future the positives of pharmaceuticals, out weighed the negative side effects. That children, and families wouldn’t have to watch their loved ones bodies be destroyed by the medicine that was supposed to save them. So pursuing a career in Pharmacy became the obvious decision. After taking Pharmacy classes at my high school, earning my pharmacy technician certification and surviving a little over a year of pre-pharmacy it’s a decision I’m glad I made. I’d be lying if I said there weren’t tough nights, where I wished I had an easier journey or an easier major. I know that one-day, I’ll be able to help get people the treatment they need, which makes each and every late night studying, impossible exam and hard life experience worth