My mother's struggle with multiple sclerosis made me want to go to medical school. At the beginning of my first year of High School, I was shocked when a doctor diagnosed my mother with multiple sclerosis. When my father was at work, it was my responsibility to look after my mother after I got home from school. This became my normal daily routine. But I soon became frustrated with the idea that I was unable to help my mother, so one day I searched online medical journals for any insight. I could not really understand most of what I read, but my interests were stimulated. That day, I made up my mind to go to medical school so that I could learn about multiple sclerosis and look for a cure. Since then, I didn't found any miracle cure in time. But her condition impacted my life in a lasting way, and I still hope to attend medical school in order to learn to help parents who can no longer care for their children.

Every day, I rushed home from class to care for my mother. Things went on in this manner for about two years. I knew it was my responsibility to help, and I did not regret it—I only regretted that I could not do more. On some days, overcome with frustration at the idea that I could not help my mother, I would scour online medical journals, sometimes hundred page pdf documents, for any insight. Although I did not understand every article, somewhere in the electronic pages of those journals, I found something rare in those days: hope. I became determined to attend medical school to further understand my mother's condition and search for a cure. Although I was not able to uncover a "miracle cure" in time, my mother's struggle left a lasting imprint on my life, and I now aspire, whether through medical research or practice, to discover ways to help parents who can no longer care for their children.