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I've wanted to be a nurse since I was five years old. On my first day of Kindergarten, I announced at the dinner table that I wanted to be a Nurse when I grew up.
I continued along the path until high school, and then decided to go for Practical instead of Registered because I could get done sooner and be out in the world giving excellent patient care.
I got talked out of Nursing. I heard from practically everyone that offered opinions. "You don't want to do that, Kylee. Practicals are going away. If you really want to be a Nurse, you HAVE to be an RN."
I went to college (to a campus that did not offer a Nursing major) and got a totally worthless degree in Journalism. I've kicked around for 25 years, going from job to job, not being happy and fulfilled.
Fast forward to Feb. 3, 2006. My beloved Dad is in the Trauma ICU with bacterial meningitis. He had 3 EEGs done and all showed no brain activity. My mom said to me "Kylee, what should I do?" I told her Dad wouldn't want to live like this and have no quality of life. I'd ask the doctor if he could turn off the life support.
I sat there all day, saying goodbye and holding his hand. When the last breath came, I waited for the next one that didn't come, and then went out to the hall and told his doctor. I went back in the room and told my Mom I had just done the hardest thing a human ever had to do, and dammit, next year I was going to Nursing School.
On May 16, 2006, I took the NET test. A week later, I got the results and a contract for acceptance.
The class of 2007-2009 started on March 5, 2007. I was one of the 41 sitting in the seats. I'm now one of 29 still sitting in the seats.
Funny thing is, I don't hear "Kylee, Practicals are going away" anymore. I only have one regret, and that is that I didn't do it 27 years ago.