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Baking
Reading
Reading
Adult Fiction
Romance
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I am a senior at Cedar Cliff High School who is planning on pursuing college with a major in nursing at Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland, Ohio. I am dedicated and determined to be successful and plan to become a Nurse Anesthetist long term. I am known to be a well-rounded student who is always willing to lend a helping hand. I hold officer positions in National Honor Society, Student Council, Senior Class, and Mini-THON, which goes towards Penn State University's THON in the fight against childhood cancer. Outside of school, I bake for my friends and family, read many novels, take pictures, babysit, volunteer at a local hospital, and ride my horse. I was a Research Intern at Penn State College of Medicine, Center for Research on Tobacco and Health over the summer of 2023, and am now working on publishing my own research about nicotine and tobacco usage in high school students. I also took part in an internship at Holy Spirit Hospital where I shadowed over 30 different specialties and participated in a number of lectures, all of which provided me with an incredible first-hand experience in the medical field.
Education
Cedar Cliff High School
High SchoolMiscellaneous
Desired degree level:
Bachelor's degree program
Majors of interest:
- Registered Nursing, Nursing Administration, Nursing Research and Clinical Nursing
Career
Dream career field:
nurse anesthetist
Dream career goals:
Pet Care Specialist
Greenlin Pet Resorts2023 – Present1 year
Sports
Equestrian
Club2011 – Present13 years
Research
Health Professions and Related Clinical Sciences, Other
Penn State College of Medicine, Center for Research on Tobacco and Health — Researcher2023 – Present
Public services
Volunteering
UPMC — Assist nurses with any help that they need. From stocking carts and cabinets to getting drinks for the patients on the ICU and Cardiac Units.2022 – Present
Connie Konatsotis Scholarship
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. While we were in the midst of COVID-19, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I would often have conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, it was always the nurses they talked about the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. I love him so much. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when have bold ambitions. After seeing the miracle and the impact that these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I want to have the same impact on others.
As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity to serve patients during some of the most challenging times of their lives. I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important and cared for. It’s often the subtle acts of service that have the biggest impact…listening, holding a hand, helping someone laugh, or offering words of affirmation.
Not only do I intend to serve others individually in a clinical setting, but I also aspire to serve society broadly through research. After a student within my school district overdosed from a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I began thinking of what I could do as a community member, and fellow classmate, to prevent this from happening again. I found an internship at a nearby hospital to work with a researcher specifically targeting teen nicotine and tobacco usage. My experience as a Research Intern at the Penn State College of Medicine has ignited an excitement for research that I hope to carry into my career. In medicine, our knowledge base and treatment approaches should always be improving and expanding, and I want to make contributions in this space.
Julie Adams Memorial Scholarship – Women in STEM
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. While we were amid COVID-19, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I would often have conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, it was always the nurses they talked about the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check-in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. I love him so much. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when have bold ambitions. After seeing the miracle and the impact that these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I want to have the same impact on others.
As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity to serve patients during some of the most challenging times of their lives. I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important and cared for. It’s often the subtle acts of service that have the biggest impact…listening, holding a hand, helping someone laugh, or offering words of affirmation.
Not only do I intend to serve others individually in a clinical setting, but I also aspire to serve society broadly through research. After a student within my school district overdosed from a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I began thinking of what I could do as a community member, and classmate, to prevent this from happening again. I found an internship at a nearby hospital to work with a researcher specifically targeting teen nicotine and tobacco usage. My experience as a Research Intern at the Penn State College of Medicine has ignited an excitement for research that I hope to carry into my career. In medicine, our knowledge base and treatment approaches should always be improving and expanding, and I want to make contributions in this space.
Our Destiny Our Future Scholarship
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. While we were amid COVID-19, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I often had conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, they always talked about the nurses the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check-in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. I love him so much. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when have bold ambitions. After seeing the miracle and the impact these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I want to have the same impact on others.
As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity to serve patients during some of the most challenging times of their lives. I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important, and cared for. It’s often the subtle acts of service that have the biggest impact…listening, holding a hand, helping someone laugh, or offering words of affirmation.
Not only do I intend to serve others individually in a clinical setting, but I also aspire to serve society broadly through research. After a student within my school district overdosed from a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I began thinking of what I could do as a community member, and classmate, to prevent this from happening again. I found an internship at a nearby hospital to work with a researcher specifically targeting teen nicotine and tobacco usage. My experience as a Research Intern at the Penn State College of Medicine has ignited an excitement for research that I hope to carry into my career. In medicine, our knowledge base and treatment approaches should always be improving and expanding, and I want to make contributions in this space.
Jiang Amel STEM Scholarship
When I was six, I fell in love with horses. For the next eight years, I experienced life as a ‘horse girl’…multiple lessons during the week, and hunter/jumper competitions on the weekends. Equestrian life defined me; it was what I did and who I was.
During the fall of my sophomore year, I felt a twinge of pain in my lower back. For the first few months, I dismissed it as a simple injury, perhaps a muscle pull. Riding became slightly uncomfortable, but I tried to ignore it. Unfortunately, the pain became worse and started to bother me even when resting in bed. I began to have episodes of tremors in my legs and arms. During one such event, I almost fell down the steps at school. It became too painful to continue riding. What I loved had been ripped away by a strange, frustrating pain.
Over the next two years, we visited a long line of specialists… multiple orthopedists, a neurologist, a rheumatologist, and an expert at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. Every inch of my spine was imaged, and multiple rounds of bloodwork were ordered. The doctors couldn’t find anything wrong. There was no surgery that would heal me. No therapy that would relax my muscles. No pill that could take away the pain. They finally settled on a diagnosis…Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome (AMPS). Essentially, my spinal cord was short-circuiting, causing normal stimuli to be interpreted as painful.
Not being able to ride, I suddenly had much more time on my hands. I established a friend network outside of my normal circle of friends. I felt enriched by spending time with friends from diverse backgrounds. I did things on the weekends that I normally wouldn’t have done. I began to get involved with activities at school that I didn’t have time for before. I discovered interests and passions I didn’t know I had. I was no longer just a ‘horse girl.'
My world grew and blossomed. I found an interest in leadership and service. I became a leader in my school’s Mini-Thon, a volunteer at a local hospital, and a mentor to struggling elementary school students. My experience with chronic pain helped me become more sympathetic towards my peers dealing with physical and emotional challenges. When a student in my school district nearly overdosed on a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I was motivated to seek out a research internship at the Penn State College of Medicine, so I could conduct research into e-cigarette use at my school.
Over the past year, I’ve found exercise routines that help make my pain more manageable. Recently, I’ve even been able to ride a little. I might still be a ‘horse girl’ at heart, but I’ve learned that I’m also a leader, a mentor, and a compassionate friend. My battle with AMPS has unearthed determination and strength I didn’t know I had. Perhaps not the exciting outcome that six-year-old me would have wanted, but one that I’m proud of and grateful for.
Sloane Stephens Doc & Glo Scholarship
When I was six, I fell in love with horses. For the next eight years, I experienced life as a ‘horse girl’…multiple lessons during the week and hunter/jumper competitions on the weekends. Equestrian life defined me; it was what I did and who I was.
During the fall of my sophomore year, I felt a twinge of pain in my lower back. For the first few months, I dismissed it as a simple injury, perhaps a muscle pull. Riding became slightly uncomfortable, but I tried to ignore it. Unfortunately, the pain became worse and started to bother me even when resting in bed. I began to have episodes of tremors in my legs and arms. During one such event, I almost fell down the steps at school. It became too painful to continue riding. What I loved had been ripped away by a strange, frustrating pain.
Over the next two years, we visited a long line of specialists… multiple orthopedists, a neurologist, rheumatologist, and an expert at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. Every inch of my spine was imaged, multiple rounds of bloodwork were ordered. The doctors couldn’t find anything wrong. There was no surgery that would heal me. No therapy that would relax my muscles. No pill that could take away the pain. They finally settled on a diagnosis…Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome (AMPS). Essentially, my spinal cord was short circuiting, causing normal stimuli to be interpreted as painful.
Not being able to ride, I suddenly had much more time on my hands. I established a friend network outside of my normal circle of friends. I felt enriched by spending time with friends from diverse backgrounds. I did things on the weekends that I normally wouldn’t have done. I began to get involved with activities at school that I didn’t have time for before. I discovered interests and passions I didn’t know I had. I was no longer just a ‘horse girl’.
My world grew and blossomed. I found an interest in leadership and service. I became a leader in my school’s Mini-Thon, a volunteer at a local hospital, and a mentor to struggling elementary school students. My experience with chronic pain helped me become more sympathetic towards my peers dealing with physical and emotional challenges. When a student in my school district nearly overdosed on vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I was motivated to seek out a research internship at the Penn State College of Medicine, so I could conduct research into e-cigarette use at my school.
Over the past year, I’ve found exercise routines that help make my pain more manageable. Recently, I’ve even been able to ride a little. I might still be a ‘horse girl’ at heart, but I’ve learned that I’m also a leader, a mentor and a compassionate friend. My battle with AMPS has unearthed determination and strength I didn’t know I had. Perhaps not the exciting outcome that six-year-old me would have wanted, but one that I’m proud of and grateful for.
Honorable Shawn Long Memorial Scholarship
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. Due to COVID policies, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I often had conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, they always talked about the nurses the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check-in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when have bold ambitions. After seeing the impact these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I wanted to have the same impact on others.
As I pursue my nursing degree, this scholarship will give me the ability to spend additional time outside the classroom shadowing and volunteering in clinical settings. Rather than having to work considerable hours at a part-time job unrelated to my future career, I’ll have more opportunities to interact with patients and get to know their backgrounds, concerns, and challenges. Ultimately, I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important, and cared for. I believe spending more time with patients during my education will help position me to deliver on this ambition.
Avani Doshi Memorial Scholarship
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. While we were in the midst of COVID-19, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I often had conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, they always talked about the nurses the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check-in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. I love him so much. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when have bold ambitions. After seeing the miracle and the impact these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I want to have the same impact on others.
As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity to serve patients during some of the most challenging times of their lives. I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important, and cared for. It’s often the subtle acts of service that have the biggest impact…listening, holding a hand, helping someone laugh, or offering words of affirmation.
Not only do I intend to serve others individually in a clinical setting, I also aspire to serve society broadly through research. After a student within my school district overdosed from a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I began thinking of what I could do as a community member, and fellow classmate, to prevent this from happening again. I found an internship at a nearby hospital to work with a researcher specifically targeting teen nicotine and tobacco usage. My experience as a Research Intern at the Penn State College of Medicine has ignited an excitement for research that I hope to carry into my career. In medicine, our knowledge base and treatment approaches should always be improving and expanding, and I want to make contributions in this space.
Shays Scholarship
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. While we were in the midst of COVID-19, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I often had conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, they always talked about the nurses the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check-in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. I love him so much. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when have bold ambitions. After seeing the miracle and the impact these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I want to have the same impact on others.
As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity to serve patients during some of the most challenging times of their lives. I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important, and cared for. It’s often the subtle acts of service that have the biggest impact…listening, holding a hand, helping someone laugh, or offering words of affirmation.
Not only do I intend to serve others individually in a clinical setting, but I also aspire to serve society broadly through research. After a student within my school district overdosed from a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I began thinking of what I could do as a community member, and fellow classmate, to prevent this from happening again. I found an internship at a nearby hospital to work with a researcher specifically targeting teen nicotine and tobacco usage. My experience as a Research Intern at the Penn State College of Medicine has ignited an excitement for research that I hope to carry into my career. In medicine, our knowledge base and treatment approaches should always be improving and expanding, and I want to make contributions in this space.
Morgan Levine Dolan Community Service Scholarship
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. Due to COVID policies, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I would often have conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, it was always the nurses they talked about the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when have bold ambitions. After seeing the impact these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I wanted to have the same impact on others.
As I pursue my nursing degree, this scholarship will give me the ability to spend additional time outside the classroom shadowing and volunteering in clinical settings. Rather than having to work considerable hours at a part-time job unrelated to my future career, I’ll have more opportunities to interact with patients and get to know their backgrounds, concerns, and challenges. Ultimately, I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important and cared for. I believe spending more time with patients during my education will help position me to deliver on this ambition.
Evan James Vaillancourt Memorial Scholarship
Sitting on a shelf in my bookcase, wrapped in a glossy green cover, is one of my favorite childhood books, The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein.
Silverstein tells a story about a tree that sacrifices itself to meet the self-serving demands of a greedy boy. The boy wants and takes from the tree, forever in the pursuit of material possessions he thinks will bring him happiness, but never does.
In this way, the boy represents our society, driven by ambition and fixated on personal gain…taking without thought to giving. We can see evidence of this in the impact we’ve had on the environment, politics, and even healthcare. When a hospital spends tens of millions to build a palatial new expansion, yet sends uninsured patients to bill collectors, they grab an apple. When a clinic prioritizes the volume of patient visits over the quality of care, they sever a limb. When a health plan cuts a deal with a drug company to keep a brand name product on the formulary instead of a less expensive generic, they defoliate a branch.
I hope to use my nursing degree to stand in contrast to the taking that has become too common in our modern healthcare system. Nurses have been voted as America’s most trusted profession for a record 21 straight years. 80% of U.S. adults view nurses as having “high” or “very high” standards for ethics and honesty. This gives us a voice. When we speak out about what is right and wrong with the healthcare system, I believe people will listen. We can, and should, be using our voice to serve those whose words are too often ignored or marginalized.
Besides using my voice as a nurse to serve others, I also aspire to serve society broadly through research. After a student within my district overdosed on a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I was driven to seek out something that I could do within my community to prevent an event like this, from happening again. I was able to get a role as a research intern at a local hospital during the summer of 2023. My experience as a Research Intern at the Penn State College of Medicine has ignited an excitement for research that I hope to carry into my career. In medicine, our knowledge base and treatment approaches should always be improving and expanding, and I want to make contributions in this space.
In The Giving Tree, after the boy had finished all his taking, only the tree’s stump remained. When I finish my career, I hope my contributions will have helped create fertile soil for an improved healthcare system and positive patient outcomes.
Community Health Ambassador Scholarship for Nursing Students
On August 2, 2020, my stepmother was rushed into the OR to have an emergency C-section. Her body was beginning to fail, and it was time for the baby to come, four months early. The doctors had told her that she needed to be prepared to say goodbye, but my brother came into this world ready to fight.
My brother, Evan, weighed only 13 ounces at birth and was in the NICU at Penn State Hershey Medical Center for 165 days. While we were amid COVID-19, my parents went and visited him every day, but I was not allowed. For 165 days, I watched my little brother battle to survive through a phone screen.
He had dozens of procedures and surgeries performed to keep him alive. I would often have conversations with my parents about the individuals on Evan’s care team. While I heard about the surgeons, neonatologists, and respiratory therapists, it was always the nurses they talked about the most. Evan’s treatment plan was primarily designed by the medical team, but it was the nurses, and nurse practitioners, who executed that plan. They were by his side 24 hours a day, monitoring his breathing, administering medication, and comforting him. They were the individuals my parents called in the middle of the night when they couldn’t sleep and wanted to check in.
These nurses dared to believe that a 13-ounce baby would live. They dared to believe that a baby whose lungs were subjected to months of ventilator assistance would one day breathe on their own. They dared to believe that his intestines, parts of which were disjoined and diseased, would one day function independently.
Today, Evan is a happy, healthy three-year-old. I love him so much. While some developmental challenges remain, he is a very personal reminder of what can happen when you have bold ambitions. After seeing the miracle and the impact these professionals had on my baby brother, I knew that the healthcare field was meant for me; I want to have the same impact on others.
As a nurse, I will have the unique opportunity to serve patients during some of the most challenging times of their lives. I hope to model the principle of cura personalis, recognizing that I have the ability not only to impact my patients’ physical health but also their whole person. I want patients to leave our time together feeling valued, important and cared for. It’s often the subtle acts of service that have the biggest impact…listening, holding a hand, helping someone laugh, or offering words of affirmation.
Not only do I intend to serve others individually in a clinical setting, but I also aspire to serve society broadly through research. After a student within my school district overdosed from a vaping solution laced with fentanyl, I began thinking of what I could do as a community member, and classmate, to prevent this from happening again. I found an internship at a nearby hospital to work with a researcher specifically targeting teen nicotine and tobacco usage. My experience as a Research Intern at the Penn State College of Medicine has ignited an excitement for research that I hope to carry into my career. In medicine, our knowledge base and treatment approaches should always improve and expand, and I want to contribute to this space.