Ok this might be a little lengthy, but I'll do my best to make it brief.
I've wanted to become a nurse for a long time. At least, the desire was always there, along with fear pounded into my head by family that I would never succeed with the amount of information. This was when I was about 14, and I believed them so I continued on my boring college of uselessness way.
Then when my son got diagnosed with cancer this January, something changed. He was only 5 months old, so obvious changes happened, but I began to love my medical team. More so, I began to love my nurses. These people who would calm me down when my son wouldn't stop puking, taught me how to change his dressing, showed me what a subcutaneous shot looked like(wrong and right), and comforted me when I was completely clueless. These people who were nothing but amazing, complimentary, informative people. My faith was quickly lost by the doctors(I had contemplated this at one point) with experiences, and it dawned on me during the middle of his treatment; I want to be a nurse. I want to be able to hold someone's hand through the scary ride, be able to help them when they are down, and show them how to take care of themselves.
Every nurse I've encountered that I've told this has told me it's a bumpy ride, but that if I can handle it with my own child I can definitely handle it with someone else's.
So here I am, 2 semesters left, applying for Fall 2014. I'm terrified, exhilarated, and overwhelmed. But I know it's worth it.