When I was in 4th grade, I was diagnosed with walking pneumonia. At the time, I didn’t understand what it was, but it sounded long and intimidating. I was sent home from school to rest, which felt like a relief - until I realized how serious it was. For the first time, I could barely walk, breathe, or talk. My body was telling me something was wrong, but I didn’t know how to ask for help.
I was always a shy child and rarely went to the nurse’s office unless I had to. But this time was different. That Monday morning, I was coughing up phlegm, and when I saw blood in my tissue, I gained the courage to tell my teacher. Soon after, I was taken to the nurse’s office, where I found myself terrified.
The nurse whom I had always been afraid of due to her impatience, quickly took my temperature. It was 103°F - a fever that called for immediate attention. My father was called, and as I struggled to speak, he hurried to pick me up for an early dismissal. We went straight to the emergency room, where I took blood draws, a CT scan, and an MRI.
Following the diagnosis, I didn’t fully grasp the severity. I soon learned how serious it could be. With two weeks off school, antibiotics, and a nebulizer, I began to heal. The phlegm cleared, I could breathe easier, and my strength returned. But the experience stayed with me.
My journey toward healthcare didn’t begin due to that illness but by my desire to help others who, like me, are hesitant to seek medical attention out of fear. Growing up, I often avoided doctors because I was afraid of the worst. I know this fear is shared by many in underrepresented communities who may not have access to the same quality of care and often feel dismissed by medical professionals. From this, I learned that prevention is always better than a cure.
A traumatic example that reinforced this occurred during the COVID-19 pandemic, when my uncle experienced serious health complications. Despite his symptoms, he avoided going to the doctor, believing his issues weren’t serious because he had been told “there’s nothing wrong” during past visits. Shortly after, he passed away suddenly, and the cause of his death was linked to his untreated complications.
This experience, along with my internship at ABO Pharmacy, confirmed my desire to pursue medicine. While my tasks primarily involved restocking and checking expiration dates, my curiosity led me to inquire about the purpose of each medication and how they improve patient health. I continued to understand the powerful impact healthcare professionals have on improving lives.
In addition to my medical aspirations, I’m actively engaged in a variety of extracurricular activities that contribute to my personal growth and leadership skills. As a varsity track and field athlete, I’ve learned perseverance, discipline, and teamwork. Being the Head of my high school’s Health Professions Club, I lead initiatives to educate my peers about health and wellness. I also create content as a YouTube creator, which allows me to engage with a wider audience and share ideas about health and lifestyle. Lastly, I’ve been able to explore my creativity and patience as a self-taught hair stylist, constantly learning new skills.
With my passion for healthcare and my dedication to community service, I am confident that I can make a meaningful difference in the world. I will continue to learn, grow, and advocate for those who need it most, ensuring that healthcare is a source of support and empowerment for all.