By It’s a strange feeling when people ask me why I became a nurse. When this question was posed in college, many classmates raised their hands and said there were nurses in their family, and so it felt like a good path for them. To this day, I can’t pinpoint the moment, the experience, the real reason for going into the medical field. And each time I explore the reasons why I became a nurse, I discover new insights.
To a very large extent, I agree when people say it’s a calling. However, I do believe our experiences mold us.
I held my father’s hand when he passed away a few weeks before my 14th birthday. I was too young to have participated in his care, to fight for information when provided updates by the MDs at the hospitals. But at the same time, I was just old enough to realize that once he was gone, there were all those landmarks in time he would not be present for.
As much as I have denied this to myself in the past, I feel like being a nursing student was my chance to fight for my father. To care for every patient as I would have cared for him if given the chance…if given the time.
For me, it was a profession to go into to really LIVE life. Registered nurses often get to see between the moments. A privilege to see the shared glances at a loved one when the other was looking away. Of loved ones gaining perspective of another day while in the sterile walls of a hospital room, and swearing to themselves to appreciate the same moments once they returned home. To watch people get the chances I missed, and to make those moments of sadness and realization easier for those in pain.
This story is a new one I have discovered while writing just now. And I’m sure there will be more to come.
As I’m still not certain what led me to pursue a career in public health, I believe all roads would have eventually led me to the same place.
