(Please don't capitalize the first letter of each word. Makes for a difficult read. Just a friendly suggestion.
I think with time it doesn't take a toll but makes me stronger and more compassionate, and causes me to look deep within myself, hopefully growing into a better person every day, one that isn't jaded by my experience.
Lately I've been carrying for a fresh quadraplegic patient. Very tragic, as he has sole custory of two children aged 2 and 3. I'm face to face with my own worst fear.
Sometimes you do have to cry and that's o.k.
I think though there are times when we as nurses have to hold it together, as we can't be the one's to fall apart because the patients and the familiy needs us. That's why we have each other to vent to.