No Bones About It: Why I Decided to Become a Bone Marrow Donor
Little Lady Edith and Katrina Curled Into a Ball
As he passed through the halls of Pacific Northwest University, a sign for bone marrow donations caught the eye of second-year osteopathic medical student John Rosasco. The process seemed simple enough, and after a cheek swab and a couple of minutes worth of paper work, he was on the list and on his way.
A few months later, when he received a call explaining that he was a match for a 62-year-old leukemia patient, that simple step of signing up became a monumental moment in Rosasco’s medical education.
The Problem With The Black Robe
Working as a nursing assistant, second-year student Richard Arroyo learned quickly that his job, above all of the duties that came along with it, was mainly to fulfill the needed role of ‘loved one’ for many of the patients he cared for.
“We try to maintain dignity as our bodies wither,” Arroyo explains. “I know that elderly patients need guidance through this transition. Perhaps more importantly they need the peace of mind of belonging.”
Boot Camp to Battle Ready: How The First Year Of Medical School Changed Me
As a college student juggling his studies and a side-job, John Andrew’s schedule began to overwhelm him. When he got a job working from home, that hectic pace slowed, but so did he. Soon, wrapped in the comfort of a bath robe, he slipped into a cycle of stagnation that quickly spiraled into weight gain and bad habits.
In a blog perfectly timed for the calorie-dense holiday season, Andrew details his gradual decline into immobility, and explains how a return to an active life has ushered in a better life altogether.
"I'm Sorry" - How Losing My Mother Shaped My Approach To Care
Working as an EMT in Seattle, PNWU student A Chittenden was proud to tell her coworkers that she’d been accepted into medical school. When doctors started responding to to her excitement with “are you sure that’s what you want to do,” however, she began to worry. Soon, overwhelmed by the demands of her medical education, she began to panic, and even considered quitting all together.
Now in her second year, A reflects on the hardships that she experienced in her early days at PNWU, offering extraordinary insight into the overwhelming life of a medical student.
Who Are You?
When second-year PNWU student Ryan Erdwins lost his mother during his sophomore year of college, a piece of his world was ripped away. From that loss, however, he learned one of the biggest lessons of his medical career. Read how one medical student is turning a heartbreaking experience into a gift that he can share with those he will one day treat.
On Falling Out of Love
What you enjoy, what rejuvenates you, and gives you life, is essential to who you are. As a future physician, PNWU second-year student and SGA Executive Vice President Josh Stanfield examines how we defines ourselves, and beautifully illustrates what can happen when we lose our purpose.
Discovering Strength in Disorder: Lessons from a Medical Student with OCD
I’ve known that I want to be a doctor since I was four years old. However, the years in between that decision and now have taught me one thing over and over again: when confronted with the reality of a situation or experience you’d been anticipating all your life (like medical school or marriage), the reality is seldom what you expected.
Gracias a Dios
I live with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).
My disorder, along with many other mental health disorders, is a hot topic of discussion in the world of medicine these days, and while I’m inspired by the progress that has been made, I know firsthand that there is still much work to be done in order to “normalize” the stress and anxiety of living with a mental health disorder in the modern world.
Simulating Sorrow: How Medical School Has Prepared Me to Acknowledge the Emotions of Life and Death
Gracias a Dios, “Thank God,”- uttered in gratitude and uttered in desperation.
“One minute remaining.”
Never have these three words brought me such relief.
It was our third SIM lab as first-year osteopathic medical students at Pacific Northwest University, and my first SIM lab as lead. After what felt like a few brief seconds we’d stabilized Apollo, our patient, and, to that point, done what we could to diagnose and treat him. Then, the beeping started to slow.