Not a doctor…yet

So after working in the medical field for the past few years, it has further solidified my intent on why I want to work in medicine and why specifically I want to become a Doctor. For my whole entire life medicine has also been the one constant. From the time I was born (I’m 3 months premature) I’ve had to rely on this field that so many know about, but very view are apart of. All my life, my parents have referred to me as their miracle baby and it wasn’t until recently I knew why. Being premature put me at a higher risk for infections and complications since all my organs were not fully developed. From the moment I tried to gasp my first breath, my uphill battle in this thing called life began.

From what my mother has told me, I was admitted to the NICU for the first 3 months of my life. I was in and out of the operating room multiple times to where the physicians started to tell my mother she shouldn’t get her hopes up. But, God had a different plan and with his hand guiding the surgeons, I was able to complete each surgery successfully defying their odds.

Fast forward to my toddler years, I remember going to work with my mother who by the way for the longest of time I though was my Doctor. It wasn’t until I was in middle school that my mother corrected me and informed me she was a Nurse. In my defense my sister and I had our yearly physical at my mothers employment and she would be the one to obtain our vitals and give our history.

During my college years, my dads health began to worsen and so I transferred to a school closer to my parents and began commuting from home. The years following where filled with medical ups and downs in both my personal life as well as my family. We have seen one too many physicians, however I have learned what it is like being on the other side of the curtain. I realized during this time, that we were not the only ones being plagued by medical complications, some more severe then others. As I talked with friends and co-workers it was almost as if everyone I knew was going through the same things I was.  This was the moment I knew I needed to become a doctor. I was tired of seeing my loved ones and my friends loved ones having to suffer and there was nothing I could do to help.

I wanted to know more about what it was like to become a physician. I became a volunteer in the emergency room at a county hospital and let me tell you, this is where the heartbeat of the hospital truly is. I’ve seen any and everything while I volunteered. Patients at their sickest moments have been wheeled into the department. Some mad it out to be discharged later after life saving procedures where performed, while others unfortunately this was their last stop.

I hated seeing sick people and not being able to help.  Little did I know that by becoming a scribe, I have been able to help more individuals then I even realized. Even though I can’t diagnose any conditions, with the knowledge I have obtained I can tell individuals where they can go for further help of their ailments.

I pray I am able to continue on this journey and one day hear those lovely words of Doctor before my name.