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To The Nurses Who Made a Difference in My Life

I’ve spent more days in the hospital than I can count. So I can’t tell you how many daily visits with the doctor I had in my hospital room. That would take a lot of math. But the math that really stumps me is how many times I was visited by a nurse.

If you’ve been lucky enough in life and in health to never experience first hand how much nurses do for you in the hospital, congratulations. I’m glad everything worked out so well for you. That’s not how life worked out for me.

After my first surgery 25 years ago, it was a nurse who got me out of bed the next day and walked with me down the hall so I would recover more quickly. Thank you, Nurse.

When I would arrive at the hospital for my chemo treatments, it was a nurse who would find a set of scrubs for me to wear so I didn’t have to be in a gown for three days, because I was 15 and that would have been awkward. I would roll the pants up to above my knees so I wouldn’t get too warm. Many times I would arrive at my room on 3 Gold with a set of scrubs laid out for me — pants already rolled. Thank you, Nurse.

Chemo was rough on me. The first evening of each treatment, I would be hit by the nausea and sudden vomiting. I’d hit the call button and grab a pan as a nurse came to my aid. The sickness that comes with chemo is not pretty. Thank you, Nurse.

I was 23 weeks pregnant and scared out of my mind when I had my fifth surgery. In the days leading up to my surgery, one nurse sat with me and prayed with me and talked to me about my cats and the baby girl in my belly. Thank you, Beverly.

As I recovered in the hospital from that surgery, I was still nervous about the health of my baby and the healing of the incision on my expanding belly. It was difficult to stay positive, but one nurse did not let me have a pity party. She kept me from feeling sorry for myself and was essential to my recovery. Thank you, Pilar.

And each time I gave birth, both times without paid meds, it was the nurses who made sure I was healthy and my baby was not in distress. It was the nurses who helped me breathe during labor and made me believe I could do it. And it was the nurses who cared for my newborn babies when I needed a break. Thank you, L & D Nurses.

I’ve had many more nurses than I’ve had doctors in my life. Nurses aren’t nurses because they “couldn’t make it” as doctors; nurses and doctors have completely different roles. The decision to become a nurse is a brave and compassionate one. I am so thankful the nurses in my life were there for me when I needed them.

When did a nurse make a difference in your life?


2 thoughts on “To The Nurses Who Made a Difference in My Life

  1. I had a nurse who was wonderful after my first son was born. Also, a wonderful nurse/lactation helper after my second son. I will NEVER forget her! Usually when people are in the hospital, even for a good reason, they are little scared. One of the most comforting things ever while there is a compassionate nurse. Thank you nurses!! Great post, Candy!

    1. Thanks Elaine! I wish I could thank by name ALL the nurses who’ve helped me, but unfortunately with multiple hospital stays some details get lost. Thanks for sharing when nurses made a difference for you!

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