Widened eyes. Speeding heart. Restricted movement. Silence.
I’ve come to recognize these signs as those of a severe, unexpected, and unwelcomed panic attack. Countless times I’ve seen these symptoms in my own mother, whose post-traumatic stress disorder prevents her from carrying on a job or attending my concerts and social events. Since the end of her career with the United States Navy, I’ve been the only person who can identify her frequent sessions of silent suffering. Due to her extreme disability and my ability to pinpoint these periods of anxiety, I have been somewhat of a caretaker for most of my life.
When I first began to notice that my mom had a severe problem, I couldn’t determine the correct way to assist her. Should I let her …show more content…
In this case my mother’s struggles made me want to enter the medical field as an anesthesiologist. When my mom was recently diagnosed with a herniated disc in her lower back, her PTSD became much worse along with her endless discomfort. She saw a certified registered nurse anesthetist (CRNA) and got an injection to ease her pain. I was amazed to notice how much of an impact a CRNA could have on not only her body, but her mind as well. When I saw how she was much more at ease after the pain in her leg subsided, I realized that doctors fix more than they possibly know. I also decided that this was what I want to do for the rest of my life; I want to help people on the outside to mend the inside. In addition, the advanced math and science involved in being an anesthesiologist greatly influenced my decision, as I am extremely passionate about both subjects. This path seems perfect for me and what I want to accomplish. I hope that someday I will be able to help someone as much as that CRNA helped my mom. I hope that someday I will change the lives of people who are in pain. Most of all, I hope that someday I will make a
I’ve come to recognize these signs as those of a severe, unexpected, and unwelcomed panic attack. Countless times I’ve seen these symptoms in my own mother, whose post-traumatic stress disorder prevents her from carrying on a job or attending my concerts and social events. Since the end of her career with the United States Navy, I’ve been the only person who can identify her frequent sessions of silent suffering. Due to her extreme disability and my ability to pinpoint these periods of anxiety, I have been somewhat of a caretaker for most of my life.
When I first began to notice that my mom had a severe problem, I couldn’t determine the correct way to assist her. Should I let her …show more content…
In this case my mother’s struggles made me want to enter the medical field as an anesthesiologist. When my mom was recently diagnosed with a herniated disc in her lower back, her PTSD became much worse along with her endless discomfort. She saw a certified registered nurse anesthetist (CRNA) and got an injection to ease her pain. I was amazed to notice how much of an impact a CRNA could have on not only her body, but her mind as well. When I saw how she was much more at ease after the pain in her leg subsided, I realized that doctors fix more than they possibly know. I also decided that this was what I want to do for the rest of my life; I want to help people on the outside to mend the inside. In addition, the advanced math and science involved in being an anesthesiologist greatly influenced my decision, as I am extremely passionate about both subjects. This path seems perfect for me and what I want to accomplish. I hope that someday I will be able to help someone as much as that CRNA helped my mom. I hope that someday I will change the lives of people who are in pain. Most of all, I hope that someday I will make a