"Please explain what your motivation is for being a Physician Assistant."
The noise from the ventilator was loud enough to drown out a siren, so it seemed. Tubes everywhere, his eyes bile yellow, body swollen, lower extremities oozing, abdomen protruding. An entanglement, of some sort; a string is overlapping an oversized tongue, traveling across the body and dangling off of the foot of the bed by a weight. What on earth is that contraption? A multitude of terminology thrown around by the swarm of residents and physician assistants: ascites, gastrointestinal bleeding, esophageal bleeding, Hepatitis-C, renal failure, cirrhosis, dialysis, unsuccessful intervention, hemorrhage, and so on. I'm starring in disbelief, still out of breath from running up and down stairwells. Then the news is presented to me. "Your Father has only a few days left, if that. We are doing all that we can, I'm sorry." I'm watching him die, right down the hall from where I am training. No words. I should have been one of the practioners in that swarm. This was the spell-bounding event that solidified my motivation to pursue medicine, as a physician assistant.
I first encountered a Physician Assistant during my employment with Midatlantic Cardiovascular Associates. She was a kind, compassionate healthcare worker. She held a firm bond with the physicians, demonstrated professionalism, established strong relationships with patients, seemed full of knowledge, and appeared to be the perfect link between patient and physician. In a high volume cardiology practice, I noticed the PA followed up with patients in the office and consulted in the ER, while reporting back to the physician on the cases. She had the privilege of autonomy, yet the benefit of collaborating with a team. As an administrative assistant and in the early stages of my training to be a Nuclear Medicine Technologist, I found that intriguing. While working for the practice, I believed nuclear medicine would be an excellent career path, however, I did not feel it was my "dream job."
As I continued my education at Notre Dame of Maryland University and Johns Hopkins, I found myself enamored by what I was learning, but clearly unfulfilled. I worked full time during most of college, and continued to be interested in the Physician Assistant path. Though locked into a competitive program, I moved on feeling as if I'd merely settled for a career in nuclear medicine, rather than whole heartedly. It was as though I'd missed out on an opportunity to study a profession that seemed more fitting of me. I already possessed an unwavering commitment to patient care, professionalism, continual learning, interpersonal and communication skills, and demonstrated an investigatory and analytical-thinking approach to patient management. A PA program would improve my understanding of pathophysiology, differential diagnosis, surgical procedures, health promotion and disease prevention; all of which, I hungered to comprehend. For me, the PA profession is truly a dream job.
Since establishing close relationships with several Cardiologists, I had the benefit of shadowing outside of my specialty. I observed, and occasionally assisted with, transesophageal echocardiograms, neurology, lumbar punctures, cardiac catherizations, diagnostic sonography, CT with fluoroscopy, PET/CT animal research, and countless ED consultations. Comprehension of these tools is vital, as it ensures the ability of a PA to successfully improve patient health.
My current position as a CNMT, with Advanced Radiology, has exposed me to a wide array of conditions: brain death, hydronephrosis, thrombocytopenia, neuroblastoma, cholecystitis, pulmonary embolism, myocardial infarction, Paget's disease, and the list goes on. I've been a shoulder to cry on, counselor, educator, and life coach. I have found myself taken aback by the reactions I've received from patients. More often than not, the patient is presented with new disease findings by their physician, referred for diagnositics (where they meet me), and then that moment becomes their opportunity to just "release" the overwhelming emotions they've bottled up. This job has taught me to remain alert, quick-thinking, empathetic, and understand differences in communication between pediatric and adult patients. But most notably, it has deepened my desire to become a physician assistant. I want the ability to provide primary/specialty care to patients, and not be limited to performing diagnostics. I want to educate, consult, plan treatment, review test results, and follow up on patients. I want this for myself, but above all I want to give back to the world that has given me strength.
Unlike some people, I do not attribute my motivation to one event, rather a series. I watched my grandfather lose his battle with colorectal cancer in our home, I lost my life-long friend at the age of twenty to a fatal motor vehicle accident, and most devastating of all...I watched my Father live his final days in the ICU of the very institution where I was training. Instead of allowing these road blocks to suppress me, I accepted them as open doors. I learned to use them as fuel to plow through the fight to becoming a physician assistant. My family, and myself, have already made a commitment to this endeavor. If I am accepted into the program, I will dedicate my life to changing others'.
The noise from the ventilator was loud enough to drown out a siren, so it seemed. Tubes everywhere, his eyes bile yellow, body swollen, lower extremities oozing, abdomen protruding. An entanglement, of some sort; a string is overlapping an oversized tongue, traveling across the body and dangling off of the foot of the bed by a weight. What on earth is that contraption? A multitude of terminology thrown around by the swarm of residents and physician assistants: ascites, gastrointestinal bleeding, esophageal bleeding, Hepatitis-C, renal failure, cirrhosis, dialysis, unsuccessful intervention, hemorrhage, and so on. I'm starring in disbelief, still out of breath from running up and down stairwells. Then the news is presented to me. "Your Father has only a few days left, if that. We are doing all that we can, I'm sorry." I'm watching him die, right down the hall from where I am training. No words. I should have been one of the practioners in that swarm. This was the spell-bounding event that solidified my motivation to pursue medicine, as a physician assistant.
I first encountered a Physician Assistant during my employment with Midatlantic Cardiovascular Associates. She was a kind, compassionate healthcare worker. She held a firm bond with the physicians, demonstrated professionalism, established strong relationships with patients, seemed full of knowledge, and appeared to be the perfect link between patient and physician. In a high volume cardiology practice, I noticed the PA followed up with patients in the office and consulted in the ER, while reporting back to the physician on the cases. She had the privilege of autonomy, yet the benefit of collaborating with a team. As an administrative assistant and in the early stages of my training to be a Nuclear Medicine Technologist, I found that intriguing. While working for the practice, I believed nuclear medicine would be an excellent career path, however, I did not feel it was my "dream job."
As I continued my education at Notre Dame of Maryland University and Johns Hopkins, I found myself enamored by what I was learning, but clearly unfulfilled. I worked full time during most of college, and continued to be interested in the Physician Assistant path. Though locked into a competitive program, I moved on feeling as if I'd merely settled for a career in nuclear medicine, rather than whole heartedly. It was as though I'd missed out on an opportunity to study a profession that seemed more fitting of me. I already possessed an unwavering commitment to patient care, professionalism, continual learning, interpersonal and communication skills, and demonstrated an investigatory and analytical-thinking approach to patient management. A PA program would improve my understanding of pathophysiology, differential diagnosis, surgical procedures, health promotion and disease prevention; all of which, I hungered to comprehend. For me, the PA profession is truly a dream job.
Since establishing close relationships with several Cardiologists, I had the benefit of shadowing outside of my specialty. I observed, and occasionally assisted with, transesophageal echocardiograms, neurology, lumbar punctures, cardiac catherizations, diagnostic sonography, CT with fluoroscopy, PET/CT animal research, and countless ED consultations. Comprehension of these tools is vital, as it ensures the ability of a PA to successfully improve patient health.
My current position as a CNMT, with Advanced Radiology, has exposed me to a wide array of conditions: brain death, hydronephrosis, thrombocytopenia, neuroblastoma, cholecystitis, pulmonary embolism, myocardial infarction, Paget's disease, and the list goes on. I've been a shoulder to cry on, counselor, educator, and life coach. I have found myself taken aback by the reactions I've received from patients. More often than not, the patient is presented with new disease findings by their physician, referred for diagnositics (where they meet me), and then that moment becomes their opportunity to just "release" the overwhelming emotions they've bottled up. This job has taught me to remain alert, quick-thinking, empathetic, and understand differences in communication between pediatric and adult patients. But most notably, it has deepened my desire to become a physician assistant. I want the ability to provide primary/specialty care to patients, and not be limited to performing diagnostics. I want to educate, consult, plan treatment, review test results, and follow up on patients. I want this for myself, but above all I want to give back to the world that has given me strength.
Unlike some people, I do not attribute my motivation to one event, rather a series. I watched my grandfather lose his battle with colorectal cancer in our home, I lost my life-long friend at the age of twenty to a fatal motor vehicle accident, and most devastating of all...I watched my Father live his final days in the ICU of the very institution where I was training. Instead of allowing these road blocks to suppress me, I accepted them as open doors. I learned to use them as fuel to plow through the fight to becoming a physician assistant. My family, and myself, have already made a commitment to this endeavor. If I am accepted into the program, I will dedicate my life to changing others'.