Personal Narrative: My Father's Surgery

When I was little I never really understood why my dad was always in the hospital for surgery, or why he gave himself a shot every day. All I knew was that I wanted him to feel better. As I got older I understood that those surgeries were reconstructive surgeries on his face. At around sixteen, my dad found out that he had a rare tumor on the left side of his upper cheekbone. The tumor has since been removed, but he still goes through reconstructive surgeries. Along with his tumor, my dad has sarcoidosis in his lungs and is a type two diabetic. I have always grown up by my dad’s side before and after his surgeries, seeing him at his best, and at his worst.
Since I was in the hospital numerous times, I saw a variety of different patients. Most children get scared when they see patients in a hospital, but that was never the case for me. I was concerned and wanted to help them, and their families. I never liked seeing their sad faces in the waiting room, or my mom’s concerned look when my dad’s surgery took longer than expected. Those were the moments where I knew that I wanted to find a way to help others. I wanted to improve the world by making others happy and healthy. I could not do much when I was little, but I did
I continually hear people around me talking about friends or relatives that have been diagnosed with cancer. Cancer is a viscous disease that hurts too many loved ones. Seeing the hurt around me is what inspires me to work toward my goal of becoming a nurse. Even when I become a nurse I know that I will always have a sense of wanting to improve the world. While I may help numerous patients, there will always be more. Unfortunately, hospitals are typically packed with patients in need. I wish there would be no need for cures because there would be no diseases. I will never fully understand why people experience chronic illnesses, but I do know that I want to help make their lives