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SPOKEN FROM THE HEART

NOTE: I was working on my weekly column/blog when Rosanne suggested I read a post sent to her by a nursing friend. She was heading into the hospital for a 12-hour shift. Had posted what's below on starting her 12-hour day shift. I found it poignant, thoughtful, straight from the heart, giving us a feeling of what being a nurse means to them, despite the pandemic that affects us all.

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I love my job but....sometimes it SUCKS! Today I started my shift by being greeted by my crying colleagues and a poor mother who had just been told her 10 year old had died!

As I watch her cry and scream then wander the halls like a Zombie, I am reminded just how precious life is and how much we all take for granted everyday! As nurses we deal with death and dying on a daily basis but nothing can prepare you for a loss like this.

I know that my fellow colleagues did everything within their power to save that child but I also know that everyone of them will go home thinking they could of done more, they will go home and cry, they will replay the events in their heads over and over again!

But I also know that they will all get up and come back to work tomorrow, because we are nurses! And Nursing is a passionate profession, a profession that you go into because you love what you do!

So no matter whatever heartbreak it brings, how tired we are, how much we have to give up to be a nurse, there is nothing we would rather do. And tomorrow we will be there doing it all over again! My job sucks but... I love it even on the terrible days.


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