I never knew the strength one group could have, the love, the desire, the dedication, the power, the pride for one's profession!! Or the support and sensitivity others could have for one profession. How every single person was or will be affected someway by this one profession. Nursing... it has changed my life forever! And I hope it impacts yours too!!
If you haven't heard about Miss Colorado in the Miss USA pageant, or haven't heard about the View's remarks over these past 48hrs, google it. The amount of pride, respect, strength, integrity that has bombarded the social media sites is unreal. My entire Facebook feed is all about #nursesunite. All about "Show me your Stethoscope" All about the beauty of nursing, the beauty of the medical field, the beauty of a job, that really isn't just a job... it's a way of service in which so many lives are touched, so rewarding and humbling of a profession in which not one nurse would ever be able to tell you, that what they get up each morning or night to do, would ever touch them so much!
I have been a nurse for a little over 10 years. I have wanted to be a nurse ever since I can remember. When I was in Kindergarten, I remember reading a book called "I want to be a Nurse." Don't ask me why, I only had one aunt that was a nurse, so it didn't really run in my family. I just always had that desire in my heart. God planted that seed of compassion and healing in my soul. He put that desire to help others and care for them in me. And I can never thank Him enough for leading me in that direction. Nursing has been more to me than I could ever start to explain. The number of lives I've touched, is only a sliver, from the amount of lives that have touched me as I have cared for patients, and their families. I've worked in a few different areas, some adult medical surgical areas, some newborn/pediatrics, and now my current area of Adult Surgical Intensive Care Unit. I absolutely love what I do! Yes, some days are way harder than others, way more stressful than others. Some days my patience is spread paper thin, or I wonder how I will ever make it through the 13hrs. But then there are those days, those moments, in which I stop and say... "THIS. This right here" is why I do what I do!! Those patients and families in which you will always remember, always hold close to your heart. Some you are able to stay connected with, and others you just say a little prayer of blessings for them every once in a while when they come to your mind. There is no way I can remember every patient I've taken care of... there are days when I wish I would have kept a journal of my patients.. but there are those patients or situations I will never forget.
Like when I was a brand new nurse, very fresh off of orientation, when I would be praying with white knuckles on my steering wheel, driving every morning to work, praying I would make it through the day safely. And then my patient's heart went into atrial fibrillation, being symptomatic, and family was very worried too. But I remember drawing a picture of the heart to explain to them what was going on, explaining the medications and treatment plan, and being the support and answering questions before and after the doctor arrived. That patient and family happened to be from my hometown, and I still see them sometimes when I go back, and they still remember me, and I smile inside when I see them, thinking I helped them be where they are today.
Another patient that was dying of liver failure, Drs gave him less than a week, so confused, and stooling all the time. Family was so kind, and at the bedside constantly. Their hope, their goal, was to get their husband/dad back home where he felt most comfortable, to be able to pass away there surrounded by all those who loved him. I remember spending so much time with that family, teaching them, comforting them, and helping them get home hospice set up as quickly as possible, so he would be able to get home in time to reach their goal, of all being together in the comfort of their home. A few months later, I got a letter from them. I still have it in my special box of letters, encouragements, thank yous I've received over the years! And every once in a while, when I have a bad day, I go and read some of those special things, and it helps remind me... I am making a difference! You see, the health care profession isn't always about getting someone better, or healthy again, everytime. It's about caring for them with dignity, respect, honor, and listening to their desires, their wishes, and giving them the quality of life they deserve no matter how long or short that may be.
Then there are those patients and families, who have been in your unit for such a long time, that they become part of your family too! You hope and pray for them, as if they are your own dad, husband, brother, grandpa. Sometimes those patients beat all odds, we were about ready to give up on them, as their ICPs were in the 30s for days, or we were pushing blood products into them as running and pushing them down to OR, and somehow they miraculously turn around, and a few months later come visit the unit to thank us. And the only way you recognize them is by their family members that never left their bedside. We can't believe it---the progress they made! Their amazing recovery. All those assessments, medications, never leaving their bedside made a difference, and now they are walking and talking, and one would never have known they were so sick! But sometimes those patients, despite all your hours of effort, don't make it... and you cry, you cry right along with the family. We are taught in school to try to keep our emotions at a bay, to be strong, but how can we, when so much compassion, love, and empathy is in everything we do. We want your loved one to get better just like you do, but we also understand the pain and suffering that they go through, that you go through watching them, when hope it destroyed day after day. When the best thing to do is to make them comfortable, and say "It's okay to go. We will be okay" When the kindest thing one could do for their loved one, is to let them be comfortable, let them go be with Jesus. This might sound harsh, but it's really not meant to be... but one part of my job that I absolutely love being a part of, is being with the family as they all gather around their loved one and tell them goodbye, with peace in their heart, when they tell stories about them, their favorite memories, when I pray with them, hug them, hold their hand, wipe their tears. It's some of the most beautiful things, hardest things I've done.... explaining to a mom's little girls that their mom is going to go to heaven to be with Jesus, and reminding them that she will always be with them in their heart. Taking that one last picture of them together. It's one of the most humbling and honorable things I do in my job. Or when minutes after a loved one passes away, a rainbow appears in the sky--- a sign of hope, of trust, of knowing they are okay, thanking us for letting them go be. Or those times when all you know what to do or say is be silent, as the young husband is on his knees in tears next to his newly-wed bride's body in which we just did CPR for 30 minutes, pushing all sort of meds to try and restart her heart... you hear him say, "we were suppose to write our wedding Thank yous this weekend, and now I have to plan a funeral" Why? How? So unfair! It still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. But holding them, praying silently for them... it's the only thing we can do. Be that water of grace for them.
I am not just a nurse. I am a nurse. I am the eyes and ears of the doctors. I am a big part in deciding the daily treatment plan for the patient. I am the person that is by the patient 24/7, caring for them no matter if they are saying thank you or if they are swearing and kicking and spitting on me. I don't leave. I am there for the joyful moments, the laughs, the smiles. I am there in the sorrowful moments, the tears, and the anger. I am there for every blood draw, every xray, every medication. I am the one who recognizes something is going wrong, and calling the doctor and family. I am the one the doctors ask, what do we need to do for this patient? What are we missing? Do you need anything else to help care for this patient? I am the one who cleans them when the smell travels all the way down the hall.I am the one who helps them take their first steps after being in bed for weeks. I am the one who makes popsicles out of Coke, so they can taste their favorite flavor again after months of being NPO! I am so proud to be a part of this beautiful and amazing career! I couldn't be more blessed to work with such incredible co-workers, doctors, ancillary --- all who have taught me something, and in which I continue to learn things everyday. No matter how long we have been nurse, we continue to be touched by someone new. So next time you hear someone say, "we are wearing a costume", we have a "doctors stethosope", we are telling an "email story", I hope you think... no... nursing is much much much more than that. We are not just a nurse --- We are nurses!! Full of compassion, integrity, tenderness, dignity, and love!
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