At times, I start to question myself as to whether or not, I’m really strong enough to handle being a nurse.
Last week I had a call that was very serious. I’ve never been in the presence of someone who could have very well died in front of my eyes.
I’ve thought of little else all week. The negative feelings surfacing up with all of these “what-if’s?”
Would I be able to handle this all of the time?
What if it didn’t always work out?
Then her father came up to me, put his hand on my shoulder and thanked me for everything I did last week. In reality, I did nothing but assist the PA on call. But it made feel better about things.
And then today, the very patient that nearly died last week, walked up to me, gave me a big hug and thanked me for helping save her life.
In that moment, I knew I was on the right path.