Yes, I would recomend nursing to those with a big heart, small pocket book. Even after what I have endured.
I was called into nursing when I was no older than 5. I had been in the hospital after dying when I was 1YO, but too young for it have influenced my decision to be a nurse. I know now that God called me to be a nurse even though it took me until 30YO to get started. The following will tell you how bad I needed to be a nurse...I entered nursing school
, a week later my cousin, age 26, was killed, just six months before graduating to be a doctor. The depression hit my dad hard and soon he was diagnosed with prostate cancer, I dropped out of nursing school, I tried other medical careers to have more time with my dad, I don't see me as failing these tries, just a reminder from God of my calling.
Dad fought cancer, I reaaplied to nursing school, my grandma passed away, after 3Y in a semi-coma state. Again depressed my dads cancer spread to the bones in his back and hip. I reentered nursing school, dad was put in the hospital and told he had 6mths to live. He came home and I diagnosed Thrombophlibitis just before the blood clot broke off. He came home just to go back again, now being diagnoses with liver and lung cancer. For the month he was in there I woke at 4AM every morning, got ready for school, being a single mother I woke my daughter at 5:30, got her ready took her to my neighbors to leave at 6:30 to be at school by 8AM. I got out of school at 4PM, drove to the hospital, saw my dad, went to get my daughter at a friends, to get home at 6PM, fix dinner, clean up, help my daughter with her homework, get her in bed by 9, then I did my homework and studied until 1AM on most nights just to do this all week.
When dad was brought back home he had a colostomy that needed to be changed, an 8" open insision to be packed BID by mom and myself. The holidays came and went, dad and mom celbrated their 42 anniversay. Dad was driving again, laughing again and spoiling my daughter again. Then in February my ex-brother-in-law died, I had raised him since he was 6YO, he was only 21. On February 28 my dad turned 67 and my daughter 10. Things seemed to be looking up.
Then in April while at church my dad slipped into coma. He was rushed to the hospital to be diagnosed with brain cancer. He was in ICU and I stayed the first night with my mother in the waiting room. A week later on my mothers birthday, April 24 while my daughter and I were getting stuff ready for a "surprise" party at the hospital our truck was side swiped and flipped over. They rushed us to the hospital where dad lay dying, to be checked out okay. The next day the hospital called saying dad was dying, we rushed up and stayed up all night long. Still unable to drive, my brother took me home to get dressed and a friend picked me up to go to school to take a test. I bore a pillow so that I could even be comfortable due to the bruises from the air bag.
That next Wednesday, I received a page at school saying dad was going fast. A friend took me and it was there I witnessed my dad take his last breaths.
In June my great-grandma died of the ripe old age of 105YO. I had school and my daughter had 103 degree fever so I was unable to see her laid to rest.
I graduated nursing school that July and I have made no more than $12 an hour for the hell I paid going through school and today if I had it to do all over yet knew the hell I'd be handed I'd still do it. I do it for the love of people and the call of God. This job is for the passionate people, not the greedy. Yes, I lost a lot I lost my first patient who was also my dad, but I have a will, a calling, a love no one can take away. So when you hear that ringing, pick up the phone it will be the hardest heaven on earth job you will ever be blessed with. TLynnLPN@aol.com