Personal Narrative: A Career As A Clinical Assistant

When you look at someone, no matter their background, remember that they have a story to tell. Every individual has gone through something that has changed them significantly. Here is my story.

Chichi was my neighbor and closest friend growing up. From playing catch on the front lawn to going on long walks in the park; we were inseparable. All of that changed one fateful Monday morning when I came to Chichi’s house to take her with me hiking.

As soon as her babysitter answered the door, I heard sobbing in the background. Chichi told me a phrase that no friend should ever have to hear: “We are moving in a week.”

Tuesday morning, I dutifully went next door to help Chichi pack her belongings. I walked into her room and found her sitting
This time around, I was no longer the dubious eleven year old kid in the waiting room. I was given the opportunity to enter the patient rooms and surgeon rooms where Chichi was once a part of, and saw first-hand how doctors operated in these situations. The skill and professionalism of the doctors was simply amazing. I was astonished by the doctors’ ability to strategically convey information to their patients in different ways by assessing the situation and by incorporating parts of their personality. The doctors were calm no matter how grave the situation was. I was so impressed by this skill that I decided to acquire this skill myself.

Another aspect of the internship I found mesmerizing was the way the doctors could attend to each individual’s needs through prescribing a combination of different medications and protocols. My mentors explained to me how this involves keeping up with the most recent literature so that you are ready for all the situations you may face. I am prepared to face this challenge so that one day I will be able to solve this puzzle of finding the perfect cure for my patients. Ultimately, my experience at Georgetown gave me peace by knowing that my Grandma had been in good
Likewise, I know that everyone has their own “Chichi”. Many people lose someone special in their life due to a battle with a sickness. Personally, I have lost more than one person. This has shaped my perspective on many things. I have not only gained a gratitude for those in my life, I have acquired a thirst to help those in need because I have been in their position. My childhood thirst to be a doctor has never been stronger as I envision myself operating on someone else’s “Chichi”. I know my efforts will be rewarded when I save not only my patient, but also that eleven year old kid who won’t have to embrace his Chichi for the last