Posted on March 2, 2012 at 1:34 pm
It always surprises me how one week can make such a difference in a person’s life. Or one day, for that matter. I wish I had the time to write everything down, so that one day when I am old and senile, I can recall these glorious, and sometimes painful, college days. I was asked to write about the happenings of my week, but to be honest, I don’t want to bore you with the details. What I can describe is what God has shown me throughout this week.
The first thing you have to know about me is that I am in the nursing program here at PUC. If you ask anyone in the program, they will tell you that it is a love/hate relationship. Do we enjoy waking up at the crack of dawn and driving an hour to get to clinical? We most certainly do not. However, most of us keep coming back because of those great days that keep us motivated to do some good in this world, and to spread God’s love to those who need it the most. We all have patients that have touched us in ways that change the way we think forever; however, sometimes these revelations are more than a bit painful.
There is no describing the feeling of complete helplessness when you are holding a screaming baby who is going through withdrawals. You look into their eyes and all you can see is pain, and when you look at their mother, you can’t help but hate them for what they have done to such an innocent life. I have learned that one of the hardest parts of nursing is that you don’t get to have an opinion. As a nurse, you must treat everyone who walks through those hospital doors with equal respect, care, and compassion. This week, God reminded me that it is not our place to judge, and that as nurses, and as children of God, we need to put our feelings aside to make room for His greater plan and love for all people.
I will always believe that being a good nurse means more than providing excellent physical care. From the very beginning, our teachers have stressed holistic care that encompasses the person’s mind, body, and soul. As time goes on, I could not find this to be more true. This week, I was able to provide emotional support to an elderly patient during a painful and stressful procedure. At the end of the day, he surprised me by expressing his sincere thanks for being there for him. Not only do we have the opportunity to touch our patient’s lives, but they touch ours as well. As nurses, we will experiences stressful days and sad days, but those few great moments where we see the impact we can make in someone’s life make it all worth it.
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