I was born and raised by a single parent in the Manila, Philippines. Back in the Philippines, my community was full of poverty and lacked good healthcare. The health care in the Philippines was a privilege only the rich could afford. I did not understand this until one day when my mother was diagnosed with colon cancer in the Philippines. With the situation of healthcare in the Philippines, my family was certain that we were not going to take the fate of losing my mom. She was the only one my sisters and I had left. We knew we would not be able to afford to pay for all the medical expenses. Her earnings were just enough to feed her 3 daughters daily. It was then when my family in the United States decided to bring our family here in America to provide for my mother's medical needs. In June 2009 my family immigrated to the United States. It was not until I learned more about America's health care that I realized how distorted the Philippine's …show more content…
Not only that it is one of the elite schools known in today’s generation, it also upholds one of the greatest nursing program in the nation. One thing that captured my attention about UCLA School of Nursing is the union of the whole institute. UCLA School of Nursing is able to establish a family-like environment from the students to the faculty and administration. This might seem unimportant to many, but it is one of the things that allow the success of its students. As nursing students we are already aware of the challenging academic part of becoming a nurse. The positive environment of the school allows the students to excel, because they are given a support system from the upperclassmen, faculty advisors, and coaches. This trait of the school imparts the institute from any other nursing schools in the
Growing up Haitian, it’s the cultural norm for the parents to depend on the oldest to care for the youngest and household needs. At the young age of eight years old, my parents taught me responsibility and how to humble myself. They depended on me while they both worked long hours, my mother as a Certified Nursing Assistant and my father as a truck driver. When my parents were growing up in Haiti, they were the lucky ones to have the opportunity of going to school to gain an education. Haiti is a poor country and poverty is at an all-time high still to this day. So my parents strived to live the American dream and moved from Haiti to Miami and planted within my brother and me the seed to dream big and make a difference. Thanks to my family
Leighton Ku (2009) researched the lack of health care for immigrants in the United States. Ku stated that “The high costs of health care and the erosion of health insurance coverage are two important long-term challenges that confront all Americans but these problems are especially acute for immigrants
at the orphanage, I was able to help build a sidewalk and a garage for
One experience that I will always remember is the day I was running errands and had the opportunity to meet a very special patient. She was a sweet woman who was originally from Mexico. We were having a friendly conversation when she asked me about why I chose to do community service at the hospital. I explained to her that I planned on majoring in the medical field one day and I was working on obtaining community service hours. We got to talking about the education systems in our countries. In our conversation I learned that only selected people were given the opportunity to receive an education in her native country of Mexico. She told me about the poor education system and the extreme poverty which debilitates Mexico. As a United States citizen, I am provided with a variety of options for education. People in Mexico must fight to obtain access to any education. This made me realize how truly fortunate I am.
My interest in nursing first stemed when my grandfather was diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer. Hospice had come into their home, and I was amazed at how they coped with their job. The people who took care of the person I loved the most, were compassionate and caring. Most of all they helped all of us through a time of need. During that time I realized helping people in whatever way I could in the medical field, was the career for me. My grandmother was also a nurse. She would tell me stories of when she worked in different hospitals. When I heard all of her experiences, I wanted to make memories of my own in the nursing field. This past summer, I took a CNA course at Valley Falls/Holton, Kansas. When I enrolled in this course, I thought
For the duration of this clinical experiences my intentions are to gain experience in leadership and develop those skills by establishing a partnership with R.K. She is currently teaching a leadership development course which I would like to develop a partnership with her and complete a community project.
As a nurse, I feel that at many times I am placed in a situation, where I need to use my leadership skills in order to provide efficient care by managing the limited time. According to CNO guideline, leadership is a process of influencing people to achieve common goals. It requires self-awareness and commitment towards profession, ability to delegate, manage time and to communicate effectively within the health care professionals.
Since I was very young, I knew my calling in life was to be a nurse. When I was eight years old my favorite place to be was the Assisted Living Facility up the street from where I grew up. I was fascinated watching the nurses taking care of the residents as if they were family. I would follow the nurses around for hours and was excited when they would give me little jobs to do like going to get gloves or playing BINGO with the residents. That was just the beginning of when I knew what I was called to do.
I started my Nursing career in India and then I came to the United States and became an RN. I entered Nursing with the thinking that Nursing is a profession that will always allow me to have a job and all my patients will get better. However, from my experiences I understood that Nursing is more than just giving medications, and it requires clinical competence, cultural sensitivity, ethics, caring for others, and life-long learning about others and the evolving field of medicine. Florence Nightingale once said:
To begin my personal statement, I grew up in the West African nation of The Gambia. I am the youngest of thirteen children and I was adopted by my uncle and his wife at age 2. My adoption was very different than the American way where all sorts of contractual documents had to be signed. Although the end results are the same, mine was done without signing any documents because my parents were just giving me up to my uncle and his wife to raise me. At age 5, my uncle enrolled me at Primary School without the consent of my biological parents for fearing that they would object because most parents in the Gambia do not think girls have the same rights to education as boys. I grew up without a television, running water or electricity. I did not know that I lacked
Heather hadn’t given much thought to becoming a nurse before that night, but after that night, everything changed and Heather had a new perspective. In this story, Heather first learns of her trait and why she wants to become a nurse, We take a look at her goals and things she’s accomplished so far, we delve deeper into her strong compassion and love for people who need it most, we find out about the hurt she had to face, and we find out what priceless gift Heather was given to heal her broken heart.
One morning, a few weeks into my junior year of high school, my mother woke up and couldn't move her legs. She was rushed to the hospital, and after several days she was diagnosed with Transverse Myelitis, an autoimmune disease which inflames the spinal cord and damages the nervous system, causing intense pain and paralysis. In order to receive better care, my mother was sent to St. Dominic's in Jackson, Mississippi, about an hour and a half from where my family lives in McComb. Because my father had to work and take my younger sister to school, he was unable to stay with my mother full time. Not wanting my mother to be by herself, I dropped out of high school and began homeschooling so that I could stay with her.
Growing up in a country full of poverty and lack of proper medication was a tough environment to be born into. I still remember my mom crying about how she lost my bigger brother due to money struggle and lack of medication. She explained that before my sister and I were born, we had a bigger brother; however upon his birth he was infected and died within seventh day. Lack of medication in a country full of poverty was just what my parent and my bother didn’t need yet couldn’t escape.
When I was young my parents were very poor. They both worked hard to support the family. When my father passed away from cancer, my mom's life was harder than ever before. After my mom lost her job at the drugstore, she decided to take my sister and me to the countryside to live with my grandfather so that she did not have to worry about taking care of us, finding a new job, and working all at the same time.
Hearing these facts about the inexpensiveness of health care in other countries, started to fully show how broken the system the United States is currently running on