I thought the worst part of my life would be finishing sophomore year through a computer, due to the global pandemic. Not long after did I figure out I was completely wrong. On May 30th, 2020, I was immediately rushed into the Intensive Care Unit of Children’s Hospital, located in the heart of Boston. Masked faces and gloved hands carefully but quickly surrounded my shocked body. I heard the clattering of medical equipment, unable to grasp what was happening, as my body inched closer to becoming lifeless. Tears stained my face after countless procedures over a period of 30 hours to discover the root of my agony. Later, trials and tests revealed that I contracted a virus related to COVID-19, known as Multi-system Inflammatory Syndrome in Children, also known as MIS-C. The deadly syndrome inflames vital body parts such as the heart, lungs, kidney and much more, all in which my body had fallen victim to. Being hospitalized for a full week left me with a sorrowful mother, my thoughts and the vibrant city staring back at my debilitated self through an endless window. However, this one person in particular changed the atmosphere in that sullen room. Emily was a Registered Nurse, fairly new to the Intensive Care Unit, and assigned my MIS-C patient case. In her matching pink scrub set was one of the most whole-hearted, jolliest people I have ever met. She made my stay in the hospital much more bearable than I had imagined. Like a hawk, Emily kept track of my vital signs and the multiple medications prescribed to me. She was also my physical therapy coach, cheering me on as I gave it my all during intense breathing exercises. Even when I became exasperated when I could not complete the daily goals for physical therapy and was experiencing unbearable pain, Emily was there to distract me with board games and crossword puzzles that she would play with me. One moment in particular, as my worn out mother laid on the small couch in the corner of the room catching up on sleep, Emily popped in with a portable shampoo and conditioner cap. She was there to help me detangle my knotty, uncombed hair as we watched cartoons together. I remember tears running down my face at that exact moment. I was frustrated and confused as to how I became sick, considering I was a young and healthy individual. I thought about how I've never been in a hospital setting like this, where I was in need of medical assistance because I was incapable of performing daily functions on my own. That is when I realized my nurse-to-patient relationship with Emily was truly an awakening to my future aspirations. I was a witness to first-hand patient care and I became mesmerized by the contribution health care workers put towards their patients. The determination of these workers to properly treat their community ignited a spark in me like never before. I learned the value of helping those who seek medical attention, while ironically being the one needing assistance. The medical teams and department put together to help save my life instilled a seed of inspiration within me to carry on that sense of determination. After more than a year of recuperation from MIS-C, I have decided that I will devote my career to the medical field to give back to my community. Part of me looks back on this traumatizing experience as one hinted with beauty in disguise, where I was able to discover my burning passion to help others.

In May of 2020, I contracted a virus related to COVID-19, known as Multi-system Inflammatory Syndrome in Children, also known as MIS-C. The deadly syndrome inflames vital body parts such as the heart, lungs, kidney and much more, all in which my body had fallen victim to. Being hospitalized for a full week left me with a sorrowful mother, my thoughts and the vibrant city staring back at my debilitated self through an endless window. However, this one person in particular changed the atmosphere in that sullen room. Emily was a Registered Nurse, fairly new to the Intensive Care Unit, and assigned my MIS-C patient case. In her matching pink scrub set was one of the most whole-hearted, jolliest people I have ever met. She made my stay in the hospital much more bearable than I had imagined. Like a hawk, Emily kept track of my vital signs and the multiple medications prescribed to me. She was also my physical therapy coach, cheering me on as I gave it my all during intense breathing exercises. Even when I became exasperated when I could not complete the daily goals for physical therapy and was experiencing unbearable pain, Emily was there to distract me with board games and crossword puzzles that she would play with me. One moment in particular, as my worn out mother laid on the small couch in the corner of the room catching up on sleep, Emily popped in with a portable shampoo and conditioner cap. She was there to help me detangle my knotty, uncombed hair as we watched cartoons together. I remember tears running down my face at that exact moment. I was frustrated and confused as to how I became sick, considering I was a young and healthy individual. I thought about how I've never been in a hospital setting like this, where I was in need of medical assistance because I was incapable of performing daily functions on my own. That is when I realized my nurse-to-patient relationship with Emily was truly an awakening to my future aspirations. I was a witness to first-hand patient care and I became mesmerized by the contribution health care workers put towards their patients. The determination of these workers to properly treat their community ignited a spark in me like never before. I learned the value of helping those who seek medical attention, while ironically being the one needing assistance. The medical teams and department put together to help save my life instilled a seed of inspiration within me to carry on that sense of determination. After more than a year of recuperation from MIS-C, I have decided that I will devote my career to the medical field to give back to my community. Part of me looks back on this traumatizing experience as one hinted with beauty in disguise, where I was able to discover my burning passion to help others. Due to this specific experience, I aspire to become a Registered Nurse to help others in need. I wish to leave positive impacts on the lives of others, as my past nurse, Emily, did for me. Another goal of mine is to be a transformative figure in my community just as the Children’s Hospital ICU team was for me when I was hospitalized. I also wish to heighten my career and my knowledge and become a Nurse Practitioner. Base on the experience I’ve had in a hospital setting, it is important that I fulfill my career in Nursing.

In May of 2020, I contracted a virus related to COVID-19, known as Multi-system Inflammatory Syndrome in Children, also known as MIS-C. The deadly syndrome inflames vital body parts such as the heart, lungs, kidney and much more, all in which my body had fallen victim to. Being hospitalized for a full week left me with a sorrowful mother, my thoughts and the vibrant city staring back at my debilitated self through an endless window. However, this one person in particular changed the atmosphere in that sullen room. Emily was a Registered Nurse, fairly new to the Intensive Care Unit, and assigned my MIS-C patient case. In her matching pink scrub set was one of the most whole-hearted, jolliest people I have ever met. She made my stay in the hospital much more bearable than I had imagined. Like a hawk, Emily kept track of my vital signs and the multiple medications prescribed to me. She was also my physical therapy coach, cheering me on as I gave it my all during intense breathing exercises. Even when I became exasperated when I could not complete the daily goals for physical therapy and was experiencing unbearable pain, Emily was there to distract me with board games and crossword puzzles that she would play with me. One moment in particular, as my worn out mother laid on the small couch in the corner of the room catching up on sleep, Emily popped in with a portable shampoo and conditioner cap. She was there to help me detangle my knotty, uncombed hair as we watched cartoons together. I remember tears running down my face at that exact moment. I was frustrated and confused as to how I became sick, considering I was a young and healthy individual. I thought about how I've never been in a hospital setting like this, where I was in need of medical assistance because I was incapable of performing daily functions on my own. That is when I realized my nurse-to-patient relationship with Emily was truly an awakening to my future aspirations. I was a witness to first-hand patient care and I became mesmerized by the contribution health care workers put towards their patients. The determination of these workers to properly treat their community ignited a spark in me like never before. I learned the value of helping those who seek medical attention, while ironically being the one needing assistance. The medical teams and department put together to help save my life instilled a seed of inspiration within me to carry on that sense of determination. After more than a year of recuperation from MIS-C, I have decided that I will devote my career to the medical field to give back to my community. Part of me looks back on this traumatizing experience as one hinted with beauty in disguise, where I was able to discover my burning passion to help others. Due to this specific experience, I aspire to become a Registered Nurse to help others in need. I wish to leave positive impacts on the lives of others, as my past nurse, Emily, did for me. Another goal of mine is to be a transformative figure in my community just as the Children’s Hospital ICU team was for me when I was hospitalized. I also wish to heighten my career and my knowledge and become a Nurse Practitioner. Base on the experience I’ve had in a hospital setting, it is important that I fulfill my career in Nursing.

I thought the worst part of my life would be finishing sophomore year through a computer, due to the global pandemic. Not long after did I figure out I was completely wrong. On May 30th, 2020, I was immediately rushed into the Intensive Care Unit of Children’s Hospital, located in the heart of Boston. Masked faces and gloved hands carefully but quickly surrounded my shocked body. I heard the clattering of medical equipment, unable to grasp what was happening, as my body inched closer to becoming lifeless. Tears stained my face after countless procedures over a period of 30 hours to discover the root of my agony. Later, trials and tests revealed that I contracted a virus related to COVID-19, known as Multi-system Inflammatory Syndrome in Children, also known as MIS-C. The deadly syndrome inflames vital body parts such as the heart, lungs, kidney and much more, all in which my body had fallen victim to. Being hospitalized for a full week left me with a sorrowful mother, my thoughts and the vibrant city staring back at my debilitated self through an endless window. However, this one person in particular changed the atmosphere in that sullen room. Emily was a Registered Nurse, fairly new to the Intensive Care Unit, and assigned my MIS-C patient case. In her matching pink scrub set was one of the most whole-hearted, jolliest people I have ever met. She made my stay in the hospital much more bearable than I had imagined. Like a hawk, Emily kept track of my vital signs and the multiple medications prescribed to me. She was also my physical therapy coach, cheering me on as I gave it my all during intense breathing exercises. Even when I became exasperated when I could not complete the daily goals for physical therapy and was experiencing unbearable pain, Emily was there to distract me with board games and crossword puzzles that she would play with me. One moment in particular, as my worn out mother laid on the small couch in the corner of the room catching up on sleep, Emily popped in with a portable shampoo and conditioner cap. She was there to help me detangle my knotty, uncombed hair as we watched cartoons together. I remember tears running down my face at that exact moment. I was frustrated and confused as to how I became sick, considering I was a young and healthy individual. I thought about how I've never been in a hospital setting like this, where I was in need of medical assistance because I was incapable of performing daily functions on my own. That is when I realized my nurse-to-patient relationship with Emily was truly an awakening to my future aspirations. I was a witness to first-hand patient care and I became mesmerized by the contribution health care workers put towards their patients. The determination of these workers to properly treat their community ignited a spark in me like never before. I learned the value of helping those who seek medical attention, while ironically being the one needing assistance. The medical teams and department put together to help save my life instilled a seed of inspiration within me to carry on that sense of determination. After more than a year of recuperation from MIS-C, I have decided that I will devote my career to the medical field to give back to my community. Part of me looks back on this traumatizing experience as one hinted with beauty in disguise, where I was able to discover my burning passion to help others.

I thought the worst part of my life would be finishing sophomore year through a computer, due to the global pandemic. Not long after did I figure out I was completely wrong. On May 30th, 2020, I was immediately rushed into the Intensive Care Unit of Children’s Hospital, located in the heart of Boston. Masked faces and gloved hands carefully but quickly surrounded my shocked body. I heard the clattering of medical equipment, unable to grasp what was happening, as my body inched closer to becoming lifeless. Tears stained my face after countless procedures over a period of 30 hours to discover the root of my agony. Later, trials and tests revealed that I contracted a virus related to COVID-19, known as Multi-system Inflammatory Syndrome in Children, also known as MIS-C. The deadly syndrome inflames vital body parts such as the heart, lungs, kidney and much more, all in which my body had fallen victim to. Being hospitalized for a full week left me with a sorrowful mother, my thoughts and the vibrant city staring back at my debilitated self through an endless window. However, this one person in particular changed the atmosphere in that sullen room. Emily was a Registered Nurse, fairly new to the Intensive Care Unit, and assigned my MIS-C patient case. In her matching pink scrub set was one of the most whole-hearted, jolliest people I have ever met. She made my stay in the hospital much more bearable than I had imagined. Like a hawk, Emily kept track of my vital signs and the multiple medications prescribed to me. She was also my physical therapy coach, cheering me on as I gave it my all during intense breathing exercises. Even when I became exasperated when I could not complete the daily goals for physical therapy and was experiencing unbearable pain, Emily was there to distract me with board games and crossword puzzles that she would play with me. One moment in particular, as my worn out mother laid on the small couch in the corner of the room catching up on sleep, Emily popped in with a portable shampoo and conditioner cap. She was there to help me detangle my knotty, uncombed hair as we watched cartoons together. I remember tears running down my face at that exact moment. I was frustrated and confused as to how I became sick, considering I was a young and healthy individual. I thought about how I've never been in a hospital setting like this, where I was in need of medical assistance because I was incapable of performing daily functions on my own. That is when I realized my nurse-to-patient relationship with Emily was truly an awakening to my future aspirations. I was a witness to first-hand patient care and I became mesmerized by the contribution health care workers put towards their patients. The determination of these workers to properly treat their community ignited a spark in me like never before. I learned the value of helping those who seek medical attention, while ironically being the one needing assistance. The medical teams and department put together to help save my life instilled a seed of inspiration within me to carry on that sense of determination. After more than a year of recuperation from MIS-C, I have decided that I will devote my career to the medical field to give back to my community. Part of me looks back on this traumatizing experience as one hinted with beauty in disguise, where I was able to discover my burning passion to help others.