
Ever since my kids were born, it seems nursing has become "just a job" for me. Sure, I feel lucky to have health benefits and be making money to pay the mortgage in these rough economic times, but I'd certainly rather be home curled up on the couch with my little ones on any day than spending my time away from them.
I chose my current position because it came up on the job board and the posted hours were for two twelve hour days a week, so I thought it would give me more opportunities to be home. And it wasn't med-surg. I swore several years back I would never work again in an inpatient setting. I vowed not to go back to working weekends and holidays. But this was something to do to earn enough to feed the family, make sure we had insurance, it was supposed to be "just a job."
But last week, I met a patient who is changed my mind. Not only have I been given a job, I've been given a gift. The gift of perspective.
This young man has spent his entire life as a non-verbal quadriplegic. He is fed through a tube, and cannot control his bowel or bladder functions. When he was admitted to my unit, he was accompanied by an incredibly attentive and loving mom and set of grandparents. I got to know all of them over our time together, and his condition improved so much that I was able to do his discharge care.
As he and his family were getting ready to leave, I asked his mom if the nurse tech and I could help get him into the wheelchair. She said, "That's okay, I do it by myself at home." I watched her pick her adult son up in her arms, cradle him like a baby, and put him into his wheelchair. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from crying in front of them, I was so touched by this image.
In my mind, a montage of thoughts of my children flashed. I thought of my daughter, and how concerned I was when she didn't start crawling until she was eleven months and how I was hoping my son was not delayed when he wasn't yet sitting up on his own at six months...and how foolish that all seemed at this point. I thought of how I sometimes get annoyed when my kids are being loud when I'm trying to concentrate on something, and how much, at that very second, I was thankful that they were even able to make sounds. I was so glad that this young man has a family who loves him and provides excellent care for him at home. And I was even more glad to know that I had two healthy, beautiful, wonderful children to go home to.
Even if you don't work with patients like this, I am sure you know what I am talking about. When you are a nurse, you learn to appreciate things. You don't take things for granted...or you try not to, at least. You realize that in the blink of an eye, life can change. You know that lives can be taken much too soon, and it can happen to anyone.
I'm sure that there will be plenty of days when I'd rather be at home, but I really do feel blessed to be part of something so special- to provide care, compassion, and hope for people, and have an increased awareness of what precious things life and good health are.