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The classroom and the 400-meter oval track, although very different venues, have
taught me complementary and interwoven lessons. Concepts in physiology,
biochemistry, and nutrition can be applied to elements of running, such as developing
more effective training methods and learning how to optimize substrate utilization in
order to achieve peak physical performance. The methodology developed through
research has enhanced my development as an athlete. For instance, I can investigate a
training method and evaluate its effectiveness in increasing my physical performance to
better individualize my preparation. On the other hand, running has taught me lessons
in teamwork and cooperation that improve my ability to interact in academic and
professional settings. Running also teaches lessons in self-discipline, perseverance, and
endurance which contribute to my success as a scientist. I have applied these character
traits fostered from running to becoming a better scientist. In turn, to me running has
evolved into a science. The application of science to health is medicine and is a natural
evolution of my interests that I would love to pursue.
As in science, I had to learn the basics of running. My initial awkward form disappeared
through a few years of training and dedication, and I evolved into an athlete. I was
fortunate to compete against the best athletes both at national competitions and at the
World Championships in Belfast, Ireland. These competitions inspired and challenged
me to seek my full potential. Of equal importance, through running, I was introduced to
topics in biology, chemistry, physics and physiology. It was at a running camp where I
first learned about ATP and made one of my first tangible connections between science
and sport. As my talents grew in running, it was equally rewarding to find my knowledge
in the sciences expanding. These concepts were reinforced as I started to research the
purpose of each workout. By the end of high school, my interests in science were high
and I became interested in pursuing a career in medicine.
The topics of science, research, and athletics explored through being a student-athlete
have prepared me for the medical field. Like a clinician, I quizzically explore topics in
science and research with the same fervor that I approach my training plans and racing
schedule. I have learned to tolerate great pain and sacrifice to reach my goals. I’m not
an ascetic; rather, I have high personal expectations and possess the confidence in my
abilities to reach new levels in my running as well as in science. These traits are
especially tested during injury, where I have learned to keep a positive attitude in the
face of adversity. These character traits have prepared me for the upcoming challenges
of medical school. I have received additional direction towards the medical field during
times of injury and illness, where I have found comfort through my experiences in
working with various doctors. Their role has extended beyond providing a superficial
diagnosis and treatment of my injuries to addressing my overall health, both physical
and mental. These doctors have served as my paradigm for being a physician. Like
these doctors, I want to inspire and guide my patients to seek better health. Through my
exposure to various clinical populations, I am confident in my ability to be an advocate
for all of my patients, and my desire to serve others in this capacity has guided me
towards the medical profession. Like an athlete, I have prepared for this opportunity.
Challenge me. I will perform.
Personal Statement #2:
I don't recall much of what happened next, but I do remember thinking that as I watched
my temperature creep past 104F. When I regained my composure, I was out of the
heated chamber and in a cold shower, my sweat-drenched clothes still on and the
temperature probes still dangling from my body. Slumped over, my mind slowly started
to function again as a sense of satisfaction settled in. Another experiment done, another
data set complete...all in all, another good day at work.
I hope that by testing on myself I'll be able to take the necessary risks to make
discoveries that can improve lives and push the envelope of current knowledge.
Moreover, I hope that one day all of my self-testing and probing might help treat heat
stroke victims, develop new cooling techniques, and save lives. After a quick cleanup
and snack, I gather myself together, leave the exercise lab, and start running. Most of
the time during the 3 hours of swimming, biking, and running I think about the Ironman.
Just thinking about the race fills me with a sense of excitement, fear, and pride all mixed
into one. I chose this race because I admire how its finishers are made, not born. I'm not
a natural swim champ, a Lance Armstrong, or a Kenyan runner. I'm a guy who believes
in the value of challenges and discipline, and that the easy road may not take you where
you really want to go.
When I finish my workout and my body's pain finally turns into relaxation, I head back to
the lab to work. I enter the hospital and walk by the myriad of patients lining the hallways
leading to my office. Whenever I take this route I feel an unfulfilled sadness. I see
crippling pain in each person's face, posture, and gaze as they watch people pass by.
They sit in their wheelchairs trapped, unable to move and live freely. It feels unfair that I
can workout when so many around me can barely move. Every day I want to help these
individuals and alleviate their physical suffering. As a result, every day my desire to
become a doctor grows stronger.
Sitting at my desk and analyzing stacks of data, afternoon transforms into night. I start
thinking about the events of my day and I ask myself: why do I do all this? I pause for a
few moments to reflect. I do all this because I want to better prepare myself to help
people like those who shared their lives with me during my high school and
undergraduate clinical experiences - people with heart disease, diabetes, cancer,
leukemia, and AIDS. I do all this because I want to personally and directly improve the
quality of people's lives, and because I believe there is no greater good than helping the
sick become healthy.
Walking through the darkness to my car, I can't help but think about journeys and
destinations. The average hyperthermia experiment is 15 miles of cycling and lasts 60
minutes. The Ironman spans 140 miles and takes roughly 12 hours. The road to
becoming a good physician has no set distance and can last a lifetime. However, it is the
one that I am more eager to travel than any other, and it is one I am the most prepared
to work for, commit myself to, and pursue no matter what it may require.
At college I initially studied painting because I loved working with my hands and
observing fine details and saw parallels between skating and art. (I still couldn’t quite
imagine myself a non-skater.) I knew I wanted to do something that involved more
human contact and intellectual challenge, but wasn’t sure what that thing should be. I
turned to philosophy because I knew it would provide exposure to a myriad of different
disciplines and modes of thought.
After graduation, I became a research assistant at the ____ Bioethics Institute, focusing
on ethical issues in embryonic stem cell research and on clinical ethics. I sent out weekly
emails with citations of publications on controversial areas of medicine and science. In
the midst of scanning PNAS or JAMA for the relevant articles—say, on the rights of
vegetative patients—I inevitably found myself absorbed in a description of the pathology
of the vegetative state, or the “Clinician’s Corner”, or “Case Records of the
Massachusetts General Hospital”. The doctors I met at meetings weren’t just reading
and writing about things that happened. They were making things happen, and I envied
their engagement and responsibility. The Institute was located in a hospital, and the
patients I passed everyday intrigued me. What was going on in their bodies and how and
why had it happened? I could tell from watching patients and their families waiting in
hallways how vulnerable illness had rendered them, and I longed to help them directly. I
imagined the difference stem cell differentiation, something that enthralled me, might
make in their lives and wanted to see it firsthand. In pursuit of clinical exposure, I began
volunteering at a medical clinic and ultimately solidified my commitment to medicine by
joining ____’s Post-Baccalaureate Premedical Program.
Working at the clinic has allowed me to grow in ways that were impossible as a skater
and artist. The patients are all homeless, and many suffer from drug addiction and other
psychiatric disorders. They have challenged me to become more understanding and
empathetic and to question my values. Most of our patients suffer from slight or chronic
infirmities, and others often need medication that we cannot provide. The clinic’s work
may seem small in scale; however, our occasional victories are far more meaningful to
me than any of my achievements as a skater, artist or bioethicist. One patient’s pinky
had been crushed years ago so it appeared half the normal size. As he extended it to
me, he looked ashamed and reluctant, wanting to hide its ugliness. I held out my own
pinky, which was partially amputated in a skating accident, and showed how when I bent
it the scar made a shape like a smiling face. He laughed and told me we were “pinky
buddies” and that he’d always remember me. He gave me a hug, and I left clinic elated. I
could not fix his hand, yet I had helped relieve his embarrassment. He and his fellow
patients face so many difficulties that they cannot control. I feel truly fortunate to be able
to give them anything that might better their physical or emotional health.
Nine months ago, pursuant to the interest I developed in stem cells at the Bioethics
Institute, I began volunteering at a neurology lab at ____ that uses mouse stem cells
extensively in its research. I’m now working full-time and am currently focusing on a
project examining the role of myelin in protecting axons from cell death. Although I
began my work at the lab with virtually no experience or specialized knowledge, I am
now able to think critically about our experiments and engage in discussions of research
design and direction. I’m excited and proud because I know our work may some day
make a difference for patients like those I have seen lingering in hospital corridors.
Seeing once-paralyzed rats begin to walk because of stem cell injections and
understanding the mechanism by which their transformation occurred is a thrill. Some
day, I hope to see patients, not rats, taking their first steps, and that what now seems a
“miracle cure” will have become standard treatment.
The newborn lying before me was abnormally swollen from edema making him resemble
the characters of a Botero painting. "He was born with a diaphragmatic hernia," Dr.
Schreiber explained. "The intestines migrated into the area of the left lung, preventing
normal development. We have reoriented the intestines and hope for a positive
outcome." Observing the Botero baby's tiny, IV tube covered body, I felt amazed by the
technology that kept him not only alive, but on a path towards recovery. Leaving the neo
natal intensive care unit, I felt like healthcare was simply physicians employing scientific
discoveries to achieve the best possible outcome. But then I saw it: the Botero\ baby had
a family. The man and woman stood at each side of his crib, with silent tears falling
down their faces. As I watched Dr. Schrieber gently touch the woman's shoulder while
offering her a chair, I knew my perception of medicine had changed. I realized medicine
involves more than technology and science; medicine is an art that blends physical
treatment with compassion. A caring physician embraces this art and treats patients with
knowledge and empathy.
I have found that having this empathy and understanding of others has translated well
outside of the clinical setting. As a founding member and officer of Students Advocating
the Treatment of Eating Disorders (SATED), I saw the effect sincerity and sensitivity
could have with extremely personal and private diseases. I led an effort to establish a
confidential and anonymous email help service for our campus in conjunction with the
University of Chicago Hospitals. We received several help requests a year and
subsequent thank you emails. Even though I was not with the person on the receiving
end of these emails, knowing that the person in need was a step closer to getting help
gave me a sense of satisfaction I can't achieve through research alone.
The science behind medicine has always fascinated me and given me hope that positive
changes in healthcare are just around the corner. However, the humanistic art of
medicine is where I believe I can make the biggest impact in society. A Botero painting is
not successful because Botero dutifully fills in the lines with paint, analogous to a
physician simply reading the scientific information in front of him and ordering an x-ray. A
Botero painting is successful because he establishes a relationship with the viewer and
takes the work beyond color within lines. The humanistic art of medicine takes the
practice of medicine beyond science's lines and adds the relationships between the
physician and patient. Through my experiences, I have realized that I have the desire
and skills to be this artist of medicine, bringing trust and empathy to medical care as a
physician.
I am not sure which was more shocking for me to hear: the fact that Tina had run away
from home or the calmness of her foster mother's voice as she delivered the news. Tina
was now at the Harlem Hospital Center, recovering from days of not taking any insulin.
Watching her lie in the hospital bed, IV in arm, I wondered if our modest, student-run
program was really fulfilling its mission of educating teens about healthy habits and
proper diabetes care. Part of me wanted to remind her again that she should carry
insulin with her at all times, but I knew that what she needed now more than ever was a
reminder that we cared about her and that we wanted her to get well. Sure enough, we
coaxed a smile out of her, which was all I needed to remind me why I had decided to
volunteer with TIDES in the first place.
In the fall of 2001, seven other students and I ran the Diabetes Pilot Program under the
organization Project HEALTH. Although we are now called TIDES (Type I Diabetes
Education and Support), our goal of providing a safe environment where teens can learn
about diabetes with their peers has persisted. Designing creative "lessons" each week,
including trips to the supermarket and rounds of Diabetes Jeopardy, also taught me
about carb counting and coping with hypoglycemia. Although we stuck to the basics of
daily care, I felt that my ability to advise was limited by being neither a medical expert
nor a diabetic. Instead, I focused on something I knew I could offer: my mentorship. In
fact, some of my most vivid memories from TIDES are not from the program at all: taking
Jimmy to Central Park's Winter Festival, watching a taekwondo tournament with
Shatema, and visiting Tina at the hospital. The kids knew that I gave them advice they
needed to hear, but what made them actually listen were our friendships. My willingness
to connect with them and earn their trust is a quality that I believe is necessary in the
field of medicine.
My compassion for the teenagers naturally developed into a concern for the program
itself. After only four semesters, the volunteers with whom I had launched the program
with were graduating, so as a sophomore, I felt responsible for ensuring the program's
continuity. Aside from overseeing the logistics as a Program Coordinator, I archived our
materials on Project HEALTH's Intranets website for future programs. Setting up regular
meetings with our mentors at the Naomi Berrie Diabetes Center and contacting other
hospitals and schools resulted in new participants. Perhaps most satisfying for me was
holding our first family dinner, which allowed the parents to meet the volunteers. I am
hopeful that as TIDES continues to grow, it will find a place within the kids' diabetes care
by providing extra support; sometimes prescribing the correct dosage is simply not
enough.
To make up for my inexperience in the lab, Dr. Herold had me work with both clinical
fellows and post- doc researchers culturing cells with antibodies, identifying mouse
islets, and running FACScans. Using Mixed Meal Tolerance Tests from a national
clinical study, Diabetes Prevention Trial-1, I calculated C- peptide secretion and
evaluated various physiological factors. My preliminary analysis was used in a review
paper for "Diabetes", and now as a full-time research assistant, I will expand on that
analysis for my own submission of a paper in August 2005. In research, the challenge
lies in pairing the information with the proper procedures. Just as I tailored the structure
and curriculum of TIDES to the kids' needs through gradual changes, my research
projects require me to be flexible and open to different perspectives.
In my senior year, I was able to give back to the organization that so inspired me by
serving as a Student Director on the three-year-old national Board of Directors. Meetings
and conference calls spent evaluating Project HEALTH programs and discussing future
expansion ensured that other students could serve the communities as I had, but they
felt very detached compared to the direct impact I had on the kids at program. As a
student, TIDES allowed me to affect the teens' habits and attitudes, but I could not keep
them out of the hospital. As a doctor, pairing my compassion with a more precise
knowledge of the treatments my patients will need will allow me to offer more substantial
and individualized support. Spending hours with the kids -- my kids -- each weekend
showed me that until a cure is found, providing the best care possible is of utmost
importance.
When my youthful curiosity led me to swallow a penny at the tender age of five, I did not
foresee two important consequences of my actions: 1) the chance of impending physical
doom, 2) the ensuing challenge to my naive view of medicine. My idealistic view of the
physician as a miracle-worker was indeed threatened when the physician taking care of
me was unable to remove the penny. A few years later, my view was challenged again
as a doctor explained how he could not heal my congenital heart condition. Since my
early interest in becoming a physician was based upon the miraculous power to heal, my
experiences shook my naive conceptions of medicine and challenged me to reconsider
my career goals.
Since research provides a vehicle for such action, I delved into several research efforts
at Yale. During my senior year, I performed a pilot study that identified a protein that may
be involved in the etiology of autism. I also worked on a project run at the Yale Child
Study Center that revealed how autistic children focus too closely on the mouths of
speaking individuals. In addition, I was the principal investigator of a study examining the
emotional response of autistic individuals to music. These experiences have drawn me
to research as I have seen its potential to engage disease. But could I pursue research
for the rest of my life? This question resonated in my head countless times and is still
faintly heard. I am attracted to research by its potential for action but am detracted by its
distance from the afflicted and its consequent neglect of presence. Unsatisfied, I looked
for a vocation involving both presence and action.
This circuitous path has thus brought me back to medicine. In considering music
therapy, research, and ministry as potential vocations, I have confirmed my desire to
become a physician and to focus on physical affliction. Nonetheless, my experiences in
these fields have helped me to forge a new conception of medicine which I can uphold
as a future physician. From my interactions with cancer patients, I have learned of the
capacity to love when facing terminal illness. My research pursuits have revealed the
importance of action in combination with presence. Finally, my experiences with religion
and social service have stretched my conception of affliction.
In the year to come, I hope to integrate one final element into my developing creed-
constancy. Earlier in this account, I divulged only half of my friend's helpful statement.
The full statement is as follows: love is presence, and presence is constancy. As I
continue to espouse my philosophy of loving through presence and action, I also hope to
develop constancy. Next year, I will continue developing the previous elements of my
credo through research and religious study. In the lab of Dr. Michael Greenberg in
Boston, I will continue my research pursuits in a study examining the signals involved in
axonal guidance. My interest in spiritual affliction will continue as I pursue a Masters in
Theological Studies at Harvard. Further, I will foster constancy by returning to Dana
Farber to continue teaching one of the surviving students I taught a couple years ago.
Ironically, the new conception of medicine that I am developing will empower me to care
for the afflicted in miraculous ways, allowing me to reconcile my youthful idealism with
the actual potential of medicine.
A tampon and a condom. According to backpacking folklore those two little items
comprise the most basic first aid kit capable of managing injuries encountered in the
wilderness; a tampon to stint blood flow and a condom to act as an elastic bandage and
protect wounds from bacteria. For most of my twenty-one years I assumed the closest I
would ever come to practicing medicine would be makeshift bandages and the
occasional CPR class. Now I think back on a day six years ago when I fought a losing
battle with the anesthesiologist. In the time it took me to drool all over myself a surgeon
skillfully removed the tattered remains of my ACL and screwed a piece of tendon into its
place. Hours later I stared with fascination at the video of the reconstructive surgery
filmed from within my knee. Unbeknownst to me at the time, what had initially seemed a
cruel blow of fate had in fact guided me onto the path that was to become my life's
passion: medicine.
I am often amazed at the remarkable ability with which living systems adapt to extreme
environmental variation. After listening to a friend recount his nude run around the South
Pole and back into his research station's sauna, an incredible 350 degree temperature
swing, it would seem the human body is robust enough to withstand any force of nature.
Yet, as I know all too well from my research on Alzheimer's disease, even something as
miniscule as a single point mutation can have profound and deadly consequences.
Continuously designing and analyzing my own experiments has not only taught me the
value of diligence, patience and replication in the laboratory setting, but it has also
instilled in me a profound respect for the biological intricacies that make life possible. In
my mind the rewards of medicinal research stem from its practical application. A
physician acts as a conduit between the test tube and the bedside, thus they are able to
experience both the joy of investigating the unknown as well as developing the gratifying
doctor-patient relationships unique to medicine. As a physician the critical-thinking and
problem-solving skills I have honed through research will enable me to tackle difficult,
and sometimes unknown, problems with sound reasoning and confidence.
When the doctor gravely told me I had torn my ACL he was met with a blank look.
Realizing my confusion he pulled out a model of the human knee and proceeded to
explain my condition in a way I could see and understand. My experience highlights one
of the most critical skills a physician must master, the ability to communicate. As a math
and science tutor at my university I have discovered I have the ability to explain difficult
concepts to people whom are seeking help and clarification. I must not only find the
answers to student questions, but also determine the best way to convey the information
in terms they can comprehend. In the future my communication skills will enable me to
effectively explain a patient's condition so that they understand what is happening to
their body and are not left feeling bewildered or out of control. This bedside manner will
help me gain the patient trust and intimacy that is so crucial to medicine and the
recovery process.
Fortunately not all aliments warrant a trip to the ICU and many once-incurable conditions
can now be overcome with the aid of a practiced physician. For nine long months after
my surgery I battled my way through rehabilitation, sometimes wondering if I would ever
play competitive sports again. But my doctors and therapists patiently facilitated my
recovery; such was their skill that when I competed at the National Track and Field
Championships last spring the only observable evidence of my injury was a few small
dots of scar tissue. The road to recovery is not easy, but having been through the
process myself I will be better prepared to connect with my patients and guide them
through their experience.
I smile at the irony of my situation, it took a personal injury for me to realize I wanted to
spend my life working to alleviate the pain of others. The sheer pleasure I derive from
helping people and sharing what I know, coupled with the mental stimulation intrinsic to
the profession, make medicine the clear career pathway for me. Hopefully, if someday
my first aid kit falls into the river and I am forced to resort to condoms and tampons, I will
wield those tools with the expertise and confidence of a practiced medical doctor.
After moving to northern California I earned my GED so that I could become a massage
therapist and later a doula assisting women in childbirth. Practicing massage and
providing prenatal support were ways I could directly aid people's health and wellbeing.
The satisfaction of relieving the pain of childbirth or watching an individual regain a lost
physicial skill was immeasurable. However, I confronted the limits of my training when I
could not satisfactorily answer clients' questions about how massage might affect their
pre-existing health conditions. Although I engaged my clients' doctors for answers I
often did not know how to phrase my questions; besides, the relevant information about
the capacity of massage to aid or injure was sparse. After a spate of such experiences,
it became clear to me that to aid my clients I needed a greater fluency in the language of
the body. I decided I could best obtain this knowledge by going to college to study the
foundational sciences as they applied to human health. I began my studies at Cabrillo
College in 1999 and eventually transferred to Hampshire College in 2001.
I kept this dual line of inquiry vibrant through my combined study of the natural and
social sciences and my participation in social justice activism. Through these interests I
sought out, and won, a summer 2002 reproductive rights grant to assist a Mexican
physician, Dr. Guadalupe Mainero, at a feminist health care center in Cuernavaca,
Mexico. Along with her clinical responsibilities, Dr. Mainero trained local midwives to do
cervical cancer screenings and conducted epidemiological research about cervical
disease. During that summer, I organized an intensive training series for the midwives
and together we held cervical cancer screenings for women throughout central Mexico.
These screening data formed the basis for a prevalence map for the region. My
integrative approach continued as I trained midwives in pre-natal massage techniques
and learned from the graceful skills with which Dr. Mainero communicated difficult
results and scientific subtleties to her patients. In Dr. Mainero's diverse abilities as a
healer, scientists and physician, I found a powerful role model.
My flight from home and high school was motivated by my desire to feel engaged in the
world while helping people. I have accomplished that, and I want to go deeper. After
years of work as a massage therapist, activist, and scientists, I am convinced that
becoming a doctor will be the best way for me to serve people.
“Raise your hand if your first memory was at age five,” prompted the professor on the
first day of Introduction to Psychology. By the time he reached age two, most hands had
lowered but mine remained high. When I was two, a family friend had hoisted me above
his head and exclaimed to me, “Someone has a hole in her heart and is having it fixed
soon!” I must have looked bewildered because he started to laugh. How could I have
known then what a “hole in the heart” was?
In high school my computer science teacher once pulled me aside. By the intense look
in her eyes and tone of her voice, I expected a reprimand. Instead, it would be my first
encounter with a concerned parent. I mistook the intensity for a look of warning, when in
reality it was a mother worried about her child. Hoping for reassurance, she asked me:
“You had heart surgery as a baby, but are you fine now?” Her daughter was born with
atrial septal defect, a variation of my disorder, ventricular septal defect (VSD). With my
limited knowledge I endeavored to explain my condition, surgery, residual murmur, scar,
and full capacity to engage in all activities. Though I sensed a bit of relief, I knew I was
not able to completely reassure her. In one way it felt as if I had failed. In another, our
discussion evoked those feelings of fulfillment that come with sharing knowledge with a
patient.
Attempting to describe my congenital defect had made me realize how ignorant I was
about my medical history. Partly to rectify this lack of knowledge, I applied for a research
program at a medical school. Knowing my desire to connect with my history, the
program coordinator suggested I team up with a pediatric cardiologist also involved in
research. Over the next two years I had the privilege of developing a close relationship
with him and gained profound insight into the life of a physician, from its hardships to its
rewards. As the father of two toddlers and husband of an OB/GYN, he impressed upon
me the domestic difficulties of practicing medicine and the sacrifices necessary to
overcome them.
Through Dr. B’s interactions with patients, medical students, residents and fellows, I
came to recognize various professional responsibilities of a doctor – compassion,
integrity, a love of learning, and the importance of teaching. Shadowing Dr. B allowed
me to witness the doctor-patient relationship first-hand. Theresa, a 16 year-old ward of
the state, was reserved and cautious during initial conversation but warmed up
immediately to the doctor’s sincere personality. Listening to her heart, I noted the
difference between my systolic murmur and her continuous murmur, which I learned was
the cause of a patent ductus arteriosus. In the conference room Dr. B challenged the
students to determine each patient’s diagnosis. He drilled them on anatomy and
physiology, pathology and EKG analysis. Observing the exchanges between doctor,
patient and student was invigorating, and intensified both my admiration for the
profession and desire to contribute to it.
Outside the clinic, I collaborated on two laboratory projects with Dr. B. Investigating the
role cardiac conduction abnormalities play in Sudden Infant Death Syndrome stimulated
my interest in research. Learning laboratory techniques, examining results, and realizing
that my data might impact medicine taught me to appreciate the science I had studied in
the classroom. Personally satisfying was my research on the genetic risks related to
congenital heart defects, including VSD. In the course of this project, I began discovering
what a “hole in the heart” meant to me, both literally and figuratively.
"Be careful of the 'flying toilets,'" my professor warned as he took me on a tour of the
largest slum on the African continent, located in southwest Nairobi. While I envisioned a
large ceramic tank directed at my head, he explained that almost 750,000 people have
to share 600 toilets in Kibera; due to the limited facilities, plastic bags are often used as
toilets and then hurled as far as possible. Open sewers and poor sanitation promote the
spread of diseases like malaria and typhoid. More than half of the health problems in
Kibera are hygiene-related. I felt myself internally troubled as I took in the miles of tin
shacks along the 'main highway,' which consisted of a dirt track filled with deep holes
and littered with piles of garbage.
However, after we arrived at our destination, a three room structure called the STARA
school, in which 151 AIDS orphans were instructed and fed, my resolve to remain
unemotional quickly crumbled. My mental preparation for the abject poverty and the
horrifying conditions could not prepare me for the depth of spirit I was confronted with in
these young and impecunious children. They welcomed us so warmly with songs and
smiles and treated us as if we held the ability to make their lives better. It was
remarkable that people with so little could sustain so much joy. At that moment all I
wanted to do was use my energies to help these children in whatever way I could.
The majority of Kibera's youth are orphaned by AIDS and over 20 percent of the
population there are HIV positive. I realized that despite my desire to care for these
orphans, my efforts would be better invested in a more indirect approach. I visited the
investigators of the Kenya AIDS Vaccine Initiative (KAVI), a clinical trial that was inspired
by a group of sex workers from Kibera who had been exposed to HIV on innumerable
occasions, but had astonishingly remained uninfected. Having worked with HIV for the
past seven years, I felt strangely at ease in the laboratory there. When I walked into the
sterile, climate-controlled environment with recondite machines, I could just as easily
have been walking into my own lab at the University of Pennsylvania. My research is
based on an innovative and relatively expensive immunotherapeutic approach to HIV
treatment. Yet, I discovered that KAVI employed many of the same techniques and tools
of analysis. Having children follow me pointing and shouting ‘mzungu’ and struggling to
find common ground with my peers had become exhausting; science was universal. Still,
the facilities at the Vaccine Initiative seemed to conflict with my other experiences in
Kenya.
In America, I never observed the same limitations. When I worked at the Bethesda Naval
Medical Hospital, I found the lack of effective, long-term HIV treatment frustrating.
Watching patients’ health progressively deteriorate after having exhausted a series of
anti-retroviral therapies cultivated my desire to pursue further treatment options through
research. However, witnessing the rapid degeneration of a person’s health due to a lack
of accessible drugs just seemed senseless. My quest to further understand the social
conditions surrounding both the development and treatment of AIDS in Africa convinced
me that this epidemic needs to be fought on a larger scale by doctors who understand
disease as well as how it impacts people’s lives.
Going to Kenya made me realize that science alone cannot address disease; solutions
to the world’s health conditions need to be developed from a deep understanding of the
circumstances surrounding their occurrence. Now I recognize that in order to effectively
address major health problems, I need to integrate my interest in biomedical science
with the issues of communities and people. These two fields are intrinsically linked and
should be more closely joined through translational research that brings basic
biomedical research to the clinics. Furthermore, clinical innovations need to be
distributed to the greater population. A medical degree will amalgamate my existing
knowledge and experiences with a command of the causes and effects of illness,
yielding an acute insight into the heart of health. A multidisciplinary approach that
involves collaboration across the fields of basic science, medicine and public health can
tackle the roots of Kenya’s health problems, starting with the ‘flying toilets.’
I grew up in a house that doubled as a rubber stamp “factory”. When I was six years old,
my father bought a rubber vulcanizer and set up shop in our garage. My weekends were
filled with glitter and multicolored ink, not only because I was surrounded by arts and
craft supplies, but because I came to hold major responsibilities like sales, graphic
design, and advertising. As years passed, the daily requirements of my job ranged from
webpage design to the intimidating task of predicting trends in customer taste. I believe
this wide range of challenges encouraged me to develop a flexible approach to problem
solving and a creative nature that will help me be a successful researcher and clinician.
As natural as my decisions seem now, I have not always known that I wish to pursue
both medical practice and scientific research. My long time passion for biology stems
from the beauty of the subject. No matter how minute a biological system, one is able to
appreciate its real-world importance. For instance, I have been fascinated by the
function of telomeres since high school. My interest began with an article in Time
Magazine about the implications of telomeres and telomerase in cancer and aging.
From that time, I have gravitated towards the subject when choosing topics for class
projects or papers; nevertheless, I never imagined that I would one day be able to
experiment with the enzyme. My studies have come full circle now that one of my
current projects involves manipulation of the active enzymatic portion of human
telomerase in the context of tissue engineering.
Even with my passion for biology, I have been hesitant to dedicate myself solely to
research because I am such a "people person." An example of my appreciation for
personal interaction is my long term interest in the Spanish language. I value the ability
to communicate with individuals from different cultures, since language is crucial in
forming emotional bonds. I am also a compassionate person, and my language skills
have aided me in multiple service efforts. In college, I held leadership positions and was
a mentor in ____, a program that pairs college volunteers with students from
disadvantaged backgrounds. I was attracted to this program because of its
personalized, hands-on approach to motivating kids about science. I often was paired
with mentees with higher needs because of my experience and my language abilities. It
is satisfying to realize that the attention and companionship that I gave to these children
helped them develop self-confidence and interest in basic scientific principles.
My experiences this past year at ____ have helped solidify my interest in medicine and
research. During my time at the ____, I have investigated both professions by working
on medically relevant research projects, shadowing residents and attendings, and
volunteering in the orthopaedic cast clinic. Such hands-on opportunities combined with
my long-time pursuits made me realize that I would like to embark on a path that
combines clinical practice and scientific research. I believe this type of training would
allow me to use science to tackle medical problems in a productive and efficient manner.
I was raised in an environment where work figured into all aspects of family life.
Consequently, I have always known that I must find a career that I truly enjoy because it
will be difficult for me to fully separate myself from my occupation. After deep reflection,
I am confident in my choice to enter medical school, for I have both the passion and the
talent required to succeed as a doctor. My motivation stems from the chance to
significantly improve patient care both directly and indirectly through clinical interaction
and through medical research. I believe that I can make a significant difference in the
health of our society, and I cannot wait for the opportunity to actively do so.
My interest in medicine began my sophomore year when my father was admitted to the
intensive care unit of Harborview Hospital after surviving a major trauma. Walking into
his room I was shocked to see his body swollen and unrecognizable, a tube ran from his
mouth to the machine that maintained his breathing. I had never considered being a
doctor; yet, sitting beside my father, watching his vital signs, nothing seemed more
natural.
Coming from a working class background and married right out of high school, my
parents worked hard to give me a good education. By age fourteen, attending Beverly
Hills High School, I could see how fortunate I was. My exposure to different economic
and social perspectives has driven my desire to help change the circumstances and
problems of others. My passion for learning about social and scientific issues is the
common thread of my academic and professional pursuits that has ultimately led me to
medicine. All of my seemingly disparate interests coalesce in this field strengthening my
desire to be a doctor.
During my last year in college I began research in the area of RNA splicing in the
Howard Hughes Undergraduate Research Lab. I continued to pursue research, after
graduating, at the University of Washington, where I currently study a novel collagen and
its role in mineral deposition. Through research I have become drawn to the intersection
between quantitative forms of science and biology. This area has the power to create
innovative new techniques, such as quantitatively analyzing cell signaling networks or
modeling artificial neural networks. Watching and helping doctors in their research, I see
how medicine lies at this interface between fields, giving doctors the unique ability to
both help individual patients as well as to create far-reaching medical solutions.
During the summers, while in college, I taught middle school students from economically
disadvantaged backgrounds for programs such as Citybridge in Boston and
Breakthrough Collaborative in Cincinnati. Teaching for Citybridge, a boarding program,
each day we had to wake the students up, teach classes, write lesson plans, grade
papers, attend extracurricular activities and put the students to bed. Even though the
schedule was demanding I was energized and inspired because I made a difference in
the lives of my students and the service we provided was essential.
Volunteering at the emergency room at Dominican Hospital in Santa Cruz I could sense
the same essentialness of purpose. It was powerful to observe the range of patients
being treated; there were expectant mothers, sick children, the drunk, the homeless and
the scared, all served with the promise that no one would be turned away. My role at
Dominican Hospital was to determine if the patient had any needs. Often I found they
just wanted me to listen. This was one of the most enjoyable aspects of this experience.
Listening to others and determining their needs is a skill I cultivated while running my
own graphic design business, starting at the age of sixteen and continuing through
college. The most important aspect of my interaction with clients was to accurately
establish what they required. This skill is what impressed me most about the doctors I
shadowed at the Seattle Hand Clinic. Watching them during their rounds or in surgical
procedures it was amazing to see how they changed their demeanor and tone with each
patient in order to make them feel comfortable and tease out any necessary information.
I was also impressed by the time they took between each surgery and appointment to
explain to me the problem they would be facing next.
In each of my experiences with medicine, the doctors personify all the roles I wish to
fulfill: mentor, caretaker and scientist. This confluence of interests in one field is part of
what resounded so strongly with me when I saw my father enter the hospital. Watching
and helping him in his recovery not only drastically changed the focus of my interest to
medicine but also made my desire to find a meaningful career even stronger. Each of my
interests has led me back to medicine and deepens my resolve that I want to be a
doctor. It is in being a doctor that I will have the ability to use the skills I have gained to
help others at the interface where social problems and scientific discovery meet.
Rather than just wishing that each procedure was over, I was amazed by the
reconstruction process, as these experiences transformed the two-dimensional images I
studied in school into a fascinating montage of real-life examples. At each visit, I would
ask an endless stream of questions, sitting with a mirror held in front of my face to better
visualize the explanations I received. Each question led to further queries, as I wanted to
understand in depth the language my doctors spoke. Fortunately, they were indulgent in
this regard, and took the time to answer my questions with patience and in detail.
Over the years, an early curiosity with my own medical ailments grew into a fascination
with the whole of human physiology. Following my accident, I entered a high school for
science and technology where I took classes in advanced genetics, conducted research
in neuropharmacology, and volunteered at a local hospital as a pediatric aide. These
activities provided me with the opportunity to study the language I so avidly wished to
understand, the language of medicine, and the complex systems it describes. What
equally held my attention were the patients I met, their diverse ways of coping with
illness and the details of their experiences to which I was privy while for a short time, I
was a part of their lives.
It was this interest in people, both collectively and individually, that led me to major in
history. From these studies, I developed a worldview of how past events affect the
present and how religious ideology, economics, science and superstition shape the
course of human existence. Throughout college, I was also able to synthesize my
fascination with medicine and people by seeking out experiences in biomedical research
and patient care. At the National Institutes of Health, I searched to find a molecular
explanation for a rare childhood disease, not only learning new techniques but also
exploring the unknown. I sat in our clinic, comforting and distracting a baby boy as I held
his soft, pudgy body taut so that the doctor for whom I worked could extract spinal fluid
from his middle vertebrae. I would watch, fascinated by the procedure itself, but always
aware of the pained look on his parents' faces, ever hopeful that our research would find
some way to alleviate or cure his illness.
There were sobering aspects of this work as well. I met children with chronic illnesses
whose diseases could only be managed, not cured. I observed patients in critical
condition because they failed to practice the lifestyle changes necessary to prevent
relapse. And I saw numerous people who, lacking primary care, only sought medical
attention when their illnesses had reached an acute phase. I thus became interested in
the preventive side of medicine as well as clinical treatment, and accepted an
AmeriCorps position in public health, working in rural Illinois.
The past year has been both rewarding and at times frustrating. I have learned to
appreciate the capacity of public health to prevent illness. At the same time, I want the
ability to understand and treat disease when it does occur. I look forward to combining
these two facets of medicine as a physician.
Looking back at the past decade, I can see that the seeds of my interest in medicine as
a career were sown in the years following my ski accident. Since that time, my
participation in a broad range of health-related activities has reinforced my commitment
to become a doctor, a choice first considered when I was 13. Such a pronouncement,
made by an adolescent, may have been premature at the time. After all, many children
try on prospective careers like hats, quickly put on and just as quickly discarded. My
accident sparked my interest in medicine, but it was everything that followed which
confirmed this decision for me. I have been amazed to find how well the hat fits.
I grew up in Rose Hill, a small town in rural Kansas. My parents moved there in 1975,
after living in East Africa. Growing up, I was not exposed to much diversity in any form,
be it people, thought, or culture. My family was the only South Asian family in a
predominantly white neighborhood and high school. We identified with a religion,
Jainism, that most people in my hometown had never heard of. We ate dhal; my friends
usually ate steak. Everywhere I was surrounded by “all-American” success stories. It
seemed as if everyone excelled in school, played varsity sports, sang in musicals, went
to college, and found jobs that afforded a comfortable lifestyle. Rarely did we question
this formula; rarely did we discuss politics, race, religion, or philosophy; rarely did we
have the opportunity to explore the world outside of Rose Hill.
It was not until I arrived at Duke University that I was first challenged to define and refine
my world view, to rethink my assumptions, and to begin developing my passions through
a course of study that would one day allow me to help the community and world in which
I live. I tried to expose myself to a diverse group of peers and professors who shared a
passion for learning. I decided to major in Biomedical Engineering, a discipline which
views the human body as a problem using analytical skills to find a solution. I attended
lectures on making healthcare affordable in the third world. I met with students and
professors who taught me the importance of AIDS activism. As my interest in medicine,
the human body, and social activism increased I began thinking about ways that I could
transform these interests into actions that would allow me to grow while realizing my
passions.
In June of 2002, I left the U.S. for Tanzania to work with AIDS patients at SHM Hospital
in Dar Es Salaam, on a program that I had designed with support from Duke. The
situations I encountered over the subsequent two months in Tanzania were unlike any I
had ever had to confront in a classroom, textbook, or laboratory. For all that I did to
prepare for the trip - reading about Tanzanian history, culture, and healthcare; outlining
the goals of the epidemiological study and AIDS education program I planned to pursue–
in retrospect the most formative and lasting aspects of my time in Tanzania came about
through the unexpected; through all those things that I couldn’t plan for in advance;
through working alongside several doctors who managed a kind of patient care that I
didn’t think was possible given their limited resources and the tragic levels of poverty
and sickness.
Of all the people I worked with during that summer, none embodied this spirit more than
Dr. Ramayana Kaushik, a 54-year-old, soft-spoken AIDS and diabetes specialist. Dr.
Kaushik knew he was fighting an uphill battle. Not only were over 50 percent of his
patients infected with HIV, but there were few doctors at the hospital who would see
“incurable” patients at all. Still, Dr. Kaushik attended to everyone that came to his door,
even 17-year-old Mary. Mary had been diagnosed with AIDS as well as TB, Meningitis,
and malnutrition. She had a violent cough and barely enough strength to respond to Dr.
Kaushik’s questions or smile as he tried to comfort her. In the few minutes that Dr.
Kaushik had to spend with her, however, he did everything he could to put her at ease
and show her that she wasn’t being overlooked or written off as a hopeless case.
From Dr. Kaushik, I learned what separates good doctors from great doctors. Good
doctors can correctly diagnose a patient and administer the proper medication. Great
doctors, however, can earn each patient’s trust. They serve both as a patient’s caretaker
and companion, even if a cure for their condition isn’t immediately available. My journey
to Tanzania exposed me to the “humanization” of a healthcare system that did not have
the advantages of advanced medical technologies.
I swung a hammer instead of a baseball bat, ran plumbing instead of races and framed
walls instead of pictures. These were not obscure hobbies; this was my childhood.
Before I was born, my father dreamed of designing and building our home. This dream
became reality shortly after my 4th birthday when demolition began on the small
bungalow my parents had purchased as teenagers. Our family of five moved into the
converted garage for what was supposed to be a few short years. Yet for almost a
decade, virtually every weekend and after school hour was devoted to building our new
home. I always admired my father’s relentless commitment to this project, but my
unquestioned and expected devotion became a source of conflicting emotions as I grew
up.
At the time, it was easy to get upset that building our house dictated how I spent my free
time and kept me from the “normal” activities of childhood and early adolescence. Yet
as I matured, it became obvious that my unique early life experiences had taught me
skills and lessons that were instrumental in developing my character and were the
foundation for many of my future achievements. I approached my schoolwork with the
care, dedication and work ethic that I had learned at home. As I established a record of
academic success, I began to have dreams of my own. I was determined to be the first
in my family to go to college.
My second dream occurred when my mother was pregnant with my youngest sister. I
went to all of her prenatal visits and was in the delivery room when Kelhia was born. I
was fascinated by the process of development that I had witnessed and was in awe of
the knowledgeable and kind physicians who cared for my mother. For the first time in my
life I could envision myself in a profession. I wanted to be a doctor. Although caring for
my sister and obligations at home prevented me from further exploring this interest for
years, my curiosity remained strong throughout high school.
This new perspective changed how I approached my human biology coursework. I still
loved learning about the biological determinants of health, but was more sensitive to the
environmental factors that influence an individual’s behavior and well-being. I was
appalled to learn about the numerous health disparities in the U.S. that exist between
ethnicities, socioeconomic groups and even gender. I developed a commitment to
working with underserved populations and eliminating health disparities which became
the motivation for many of my extracurricular activities. From organizing health
screenings for Latinos to establishing a partnership with a women’s shelter, I valued
creating community-based approaches to identify and address the health concerns of
local populations. Yet ultimately, my volunteer clinical experiences confirmed my desire
to care for the underserved as a physician.
I enjoy and respect the privilege of the patient-provider relationship and the unique
opportunity that it provides to care for an individual at the most personal level. As a
Patient Advocate, I experienced the importance of empathizing with a patient and
establishing trust by making patients feel safe, being honest, non-judgmental and
conscious of their background and resources. The first person I ever interviewed was a
prenatal patient. Her tight fists and lowered eyes immediately told me that she was
worried. When I discovered her concern about having left her two children at home, I
reassured her that it was okay to bring them to the clinic and even offered to watch
them. After convincing her of my sincerity, her hands relaxed and she smiled. Although I
thought coincidence brought us together in the following months, I later learned that
those appointments were intentional and I was profoundly touched.