Being Called Home

This week has been an incredibly long one. I don’t know exactly what it is about getting older which makes things always a little more sentimental. We get a little more serious. We realize the things that were important in our youth, aren’t really AS important on the grand scheme of life. On Wednesday, I caught myself saying “Is tomorrow only Thursday?” and Thursday came and I wished so much I could take back those words.

We are drawn to certain people in our lives that touch our hearts in such a way as to never quite fully know the impact they have until it is too late. It was no accident I wound up at Indiana University and was a cheerleader there. It was no mistake either. I was so blessed to have met some awesome life long friends and people who you hope never to lose track of on your continuing journey. Regardless of whether these individuals were past or present of this family program, they will always be there to support and love on you. Todd was one of those individuals. On Thursday morning, I found out that Todd lost his fight with his second bout of cancer. Todd’s first bout was while cheering at IU. He was 21 years old and having to bravely fight for his life then. He tackled that battle that nearly killed him right then and there and that is when everything became so much more important.


Here was a soul that was so encouraging. He always wore a smile on his face and always remained positive even when faced with an uphill battle. He was the one that was always your advocate. Todd was a man of God. I know through both of his battles, his faith never wavered. His example of compassion and kindness are exemplary. All I could do is sob in heartbroken disbelief that this man was now called home. I am happy that he is no longer suffering, and yet at the same moment I realized the impact this very man had on my heart and soul.

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No matter what age

I have been trying to write this blog post for a few weeks now. This week we as a blog team are focusing on adoption and homeless teens, so what does a nurse grieving have to do with that? And here is what I began to think…


When my grandma passed away a year and a half ago my mom looked at me with tears in her eyes and said “it is true no matter how old you are when you lose your last parent, you still feel like an orphan”.

In nursing school they don’t prepare you for everything. They especially don’t prepare you for the body bags and the grieving. As an oncology nurse I watch as children old and young alike become orphaned. I watch them lose their parents.

Whether you are 60 years old or 6 months old, no one is prepared to be on their own. We are hoping this week to raise awareness to help those that do feel alone in this world. Whether through the grieving of a lost one by physical death or family never being there, let’s work together to help everyone, especially children and teens feel loved.

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