Simulating Sorrow: How Medical School Has Prepared Me to Acknowledge the Emotions of Life and Death
A New Perspective
“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.
Misfortunes Messenger: Doing the Hard Thing for the Right Reason
As I entered into my third-year rotations, I was worried that I did not have enough to offer. I had not memorized every word in the books I was assigned to read. I didn’t have an encyclopedic knowledge of everything in first aid. I didn’t know if I could come up with the right answers when I needed to. In other words, I walked into my third-year rotations like most everyone else.
Reconnecting Through Creation: Bear Finds a Home
I watched as the young woman waited patiently for her initial obstetrics visit. For the sake of this story, we’ll call her Andy. Sitting upright with her hands clasped on her lap, Andy gazed around the room; the nervous tapping of her foot seemed to hoist the corners of her mouth as a bright smile overtook her face. Her big brown eyes glistened with tears under the florescent waiting room lights. She’d been waiting for this moment for years.
Unexpected Inspiration: How My Daughter's Diagnosis Led Me To Medical School
Below, you’ll find a poem I recently wrote about my dog. Probably not what you were expecting when you came to the PNWU Health Blog, huh? Well, I’m happy to report that “health” – and especially self-care – exists in a variety of forms.
Mother Knows Best: My Migraine-Riddled Start to Medical School, and How It Shaped the Way I Approach Medicine
PNWU student Aaron Not had no plans of attending college. In fact, he barely graduated from high school. With his sights set on a career in the military, he had a daughter and, soon, his world changed forever.
Hiding 'Owies,' Healing People: How My Time On The Yakama Reservation Drove Me To Osteopathy
I was a stranger in a foreign land.
I had just touched down in Yakima for the first time as a new osteopathic medical student at Pacific Northwest University of Health Sciences, and it was already go time.
The first two days went by in a blur. Then the first two weeks. Everything was unfamiliar, and it was flying — until week three.
Rural America's Noxious Normal: An Inside Look at the Rural Healthcare Shortage
Shadowing a local the osteopathic physician, PNWU student Aaron Nott watched as the doctor stitched closed wounds on the face of a Native American sexual assault victim. As he listened, he realized that the doctor wasn’t simply treating a patient, but instead creating a meaningful connecting to a person. Today, Aaron is using that experience to fuel his pursuit of a a career as an osteopath.
Life Beyond Pathology: Marfan Syndrome
Growing up in a rural Northwest town, PNWU’s Jade Taylor accepted the precarious state of the towns health care services as a normal part of life. Today, as a second-year medical student, Taylor is looking to shed light on the potentially-lethal circumstances facing so many people across rural America and explain why the current “normal” can no longer be accepted.
Don't Get Sick After June
This blog is about a horrible disease and an amazing family. Unfortunately, it is far too short to do justice to either. One winter evening while I was attending college, I found myself vigorously knocking on the door of a kind, middle-aged lady. Everybody knew her as Mrs. C, and her son Liam was one of my housemates and closest friends. Liam had Marfan syndrome, which was the reason I desperately had to wake up Mrs. C that night.
An elderly woman with long, grey hair drawn back into a single braid sat in the padded chair adjacent to mine at a conference table. "We have a saying around here," she said. ”Don't get sick after June.”