A few months ago my staff and I experienced multiple losses in a short period of time of patients we were very close with.
Grace. That’s my word for this year, this season. Grace. It’s a word that I thought I knew the meaning of, but only knew the surface of before this season.
How do you do it? It’s a question I get asked all the time about my job.
As a nurse, there are weeks of work where I don’t sit longer than to quickly shove down my lunch down and to speedily chart.
Recently I was talking with someone who doesn’t know me very well and they asked if I see myself in oncology nursing for the rest of my career.
The patient walked into the clinic for fluids. It had been a few months since I had that feeling in my gut.
It was just a short three years ago that I experienced it for the first time, and I was one and a half months into my nursing career.
I’m presently watching the 60 Minutes special on Ebola, listening to nurses who took care of Thomas Duncan and hearing about their experiences caring for the first patient diagnosed with the Ebola virus in the United States.
It was my last day at the job I’ve been at for the last year and a half today.