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Inlow. I wish I could have met him at an older age because I have many questions for him about his career choice and because of the legacy he left at Mercy. I believe that Dr. Inlow influenced me to want to become a Cardiologist even at the young age I was when I met him. With my mom working at the hospital, I have many opportunities to experience the different jobs at Mercy. I started volunteering at the age 14 and started in the ER, then I volunteered in MRI, and then in the Cath Lab. As a result I have 250 plus volunteer hours at Mercy. Although, the Cath Lab was my favorite by far taking most of my volunteer hours. In there I got to learn about the cardiovascular system and talk to all of the cardiologists and watch them
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Ever since I was younger, I wanted to get into the medical field. Both my grandmothers used to work in the hospital and I would always wanted to tag along. Following them to work influenced my decision to work in a hospital. Every time I tag along, I would see many interesting things that would catch my attention and make me curious. There was a lot of materials such as the stethoscope, weighing machine, and etcetera that I would pretend to be a doctor or nurse examining imaginary people. It was absolutely perfect because I always wanted to help people. So this fall of 2014, I will be starting my education on becoming a nurse anesthetist.
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