When my brother was dying from cancer at the age of 41, I held his discolored hands in mine and tried to massage color back into them. Although I was a nursing student at the time, my mind could not understand what was happening. I had massaged my brother for years throughout the ins and outs of his time with cancer, and this time it wasn’t helping. The hospice nurse practitioner was kind enough to carefully explain what was happening to my brother, why he looked the way he did, and why the massage wasn’t bringing color back. Although I knew all of this, the help she provided me in that moment helped both my brain and soul comprehend what was happening. She held me as I wept. Many times, after that moment, I have thought back at what she did for me in those horrible moments. I knew from that time on that I wanted to be a nurse practitioner.
Since that moment in time, I have worked with many dying patients and their families. Some have recovered to tell their tales of crisis, others have not. I have been able to cry with mothers that have lost their children and have rejoiced with families when their loved ones have had a close call. Throughout all of this, my mind has still been focused on the end goal-to be a nurse practitioner.
Working as a nurse practitioner I will bring not only the competency brought through my program, but also my unique background of critical care nursing and the compassion that can only be gained by losing someone close. I am hard working and dedicated to the craft. While working as a nurse, I have worked well with collaborating with practitioners, and I intend on doing the same as a nurse practitioner. As a nurse practitioner, I will bring critical thinking skills, a calm demeanor and excellent listening skills to your place of employment.