When I Grow Up?
When my grandma died, I was blessed to be there to hold her hand. It was in that instance that I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. I wanted to be a nurse. I wanted to help make people feel better.
Nursing is a noble profession. It calls for putting your patient’s needs before your own. It calls for understanding human emotions and feeling compassion for another in pain. It may appear as a thankless job especially since the hours are long and the credit always goes to the doctor but what can be more rewarding than putting a troubled mind to rest, or giving a body in pain relief?
I don’t want to be just a nurse. I want to be a nurse that gives hospice care. Hospice care deals with those that are terminally ill and wish to spend the rest of their days in their homes in the comfort of their familiar surroundings. Sometimes they may not have people to look after them, that’s when hospice care comes in. I want to be there for those that are taking their last steps in the twilight zone. I want to be there to hold their hand and ease their fears. I want to be able to make the last leg of their journey less painful, less stressful and as comfortable as possible. I want to take this life that God has given me and turn it into something meaningful to serve his people.