Sunday, October 14, 2012

600 Applicants, 40 Slots...Would You Pick Me?

The following is my personal statement for my application for admission into the Doctorate of Physical Therapy program at Old Dominion University and Virginia Commonwealth University.  Would you pick me?  Constructive criticism welcomed!


  • Describe your decision making process in choosing physical therapy as a career choice versus other health care careers.
The first time I saw Mrs. Sullivan I was still a patient myself, rehabilitating from extensive shoulder surgery.  She was a 95-year-old woman who came for physical therapy after a frightening fall.   Her deeply wrinkled face and failing mind and body belied the wealth of knowledge she had accumulated throughout her years, but her crystal clear blue eyes told of times she could remember and the wisdom within.  For several weeks I watched a physical therapist work with her patient, whom we respectfully referred to as Miss Virginia, as I went through my own exercises.  I watched her struggle to lift the weight of her body from sitting to standing and work hard to make her foot move in the direction her therapist requested.  I grew to care about Miss Virginia deeply and something clicked, excitement!  My marine biology degree was relegated to the distant past, I was no longer content to be “just” a mom, and I knew.  I started volunteering at the physical therapy office the next day.  I came in for my appointment and volunteered after I finished my own treatment. 
My first regular patient was Miss Virginia.  I quickly learned that while her memory was failing, her wit was not.  She had a penchant for making me blush as I helped her count the repetitions for her exercises.   I worked with Miss Virginia over the course of several months.  Each time she came in smiling and looking at me as if she knew she should be able to place my face.  Each time she admitted she couldn’t remember why she was there, and I would tell her about all the things she had been doing.  In the end her mind never did remember, but her muscles did.  On Miss Virginia’s graduation day I felt my heart spill over with pride and admiration as she went from sit to stand five times without using her arms for support.  Success!
            Mr. Armstrong had Parkinson’s disease and came for physical therapy concerned about his lack of balance and difficulty walking.  Once a very athletic man, you could read the frustration, but also determination, on his face.  He practiced walking and foot flexion exercises.  We walked up and down the hallway over and over again, me getting in his way; he forced to change his gate to avoid hitting me.  Then we added in singing a song off cadence with his walking.  The more he progressed, the more I became fascinated by the neurological side of physical therapy.  One day he came in, obviously excited, and shared an experience he’d had.  He noticed his gate was most sloppy at home and one day, in the kitchen, felt a shift in his walking and was able to focus and corrected it.  There was that feeling again.  I was so proud to be a part of his success. 
            I worked with Miss Trudy in an in-patient setting, and while the surroundings were much different, the experience evoked much of the same passion for helping people and being part of the solution.  Miss Trudy was diabetic and had other diabetes-related issues.  One day she was simply too weak to make it the few steps to the bathroom, and her legs failed half way there.  She was forced to have a BM in the middle of the room with half a dozen people looking on.  I admit my first reaction was to be a little grossed out, it was only my second day in in-patient, but that quickly changed.  I pictured myself in her shoes.  How would I feel, and how would I want those by-standers to respond? In that instance I realized my age and experiences gave me an advantage in that type of situation.  Instead of looking at her in disgust, I felt compelled to comfort her and do whatever I could to help her maintain even a shred of dignity.  I wanted nothing more than to support her and see her walking to the bathroom and caring for herself again.   
            My in-patient and outpatient volunteer experiences were filled with many similar stories as are my experiences working in and around the military with wounded veterans and soldiers.  The practice of physical therapy speaks to me.  I saw and felt the profound emotional affects a physical disability can cause, as well as the equally profound feeling of empowerment achieved by overcoming that disability.  I experienced it first hand with my own shoulder rehabilitation and saw that pride and satisfaction on the faces of countless patients and soldiers.  I know physical therapy is my future.