My inspiration comes from growing up with an epileptic mother and when my grandfather got sick when I was 15. My grandfather had leukemia and Parkinson's disease. He was put on hospice, first at home, and then inpatient. I was with him the entire time, and seeing the way the nurses cared for him and our family inspired me to become a nurse. Five days after being admitted to an inpatient facility, he passed away. My mom was diagnosed with epilepsy when I was 8 years old, after she had a bout with meningitis. My father and I have been her primary caregivers since, and even though her seizures are relatively well controlled, I have witnessed them and cared for her many times.
When I think about being a nurse (everything from HOPEFULLY getting the acceptance letter to my program to my personal experiences) it brings tears to my eyes. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than help people the way I've seen my loved ones helped. I was never one of those kids who thought about what I wanted to be when I grew up. I didn't realize it until I got older and went through some very difficult things. I can remember going to my school counselor and principal in high school and telling them, "I want to be a nurse." They smiled, said they knew I could do it, and set me on the right track. I'm now 19 and getting ready to apply to nursing school in January. I'm excited, nervous, scared, and pretty much every other emotion there is. At times, I still doubt myself and wonder if I'm smart enough to do it. I may not be the smartest, but one thing I definitely do have that can't be taught is compassion.
So, when did you realize that nursing was what you wanted to do? Was it an experience?