Cancer Career Research Paper

Working with the nurse who cared for my ailing grand-aunt, was a life changing experience. I would assist with bathing, grooming and toileting as well as reading to my aunt a couple of her favorite mystery novels. Evening though my grand-aunt 's condition was irreversible, I felt at peace because her nurse made sure she was comfortable and her needs were met. The compassion, empathy, work ethics and support the nurse provided for my family and grand-aunt during this difficult time resonated with me, the nurse inspired me in so many ways and even encouraged me to pursue a profession in nursing.

I’ve always known I wanted to help people, but I didn’t know exactly how I was going to do it. My sister has influenced me to pursue a career in the healthcare. At the young age of 20, my sister was told that she was in stage 3 renal failure. At the time I was only 16 years old and still trying to figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, getting news like that was difficult to absorb. The constant doctor visits made me realize a health profession is what I was going to do. The incredible doctors and nurses who have been a part of my family’s journey have left a huge impact on me. The compassion, drive, and dedication to not only their work but to their patients have woken

We live in a world where the human race seems to be disconnected. Nowadays it feels that there are not enough people helping each other. I don’t treat life like a competition I look at it and I ask myself how may I help? What may I do to make this world a more suitable place for all to live a comfortable and peaceful life? I yearn to come forward and fulfill my role and contribute to our society in any way possible. Nursing is my calling for helping others. It sounds cliché, this I know, but it’s what I desire and what I decided to do with my body, mind, and soul.

With my older sisters away at college, the responsibility of caring for my ailing mother, suddenly fell to me, and my once picturesque childhood was at an end. I spent the early part of my adolescence learning how to run a household and play nurse to my mother. In addition to school and keeping the house in order, I administered her medications, gave injections, learned to catheterize her, helped her bath and use the restroom, and did all of the physician prescribed exercises to help with her leg cramps and numbness. When I had time I studied her disease, determined to find anything that might help alleviate her symptoms and bring the mom I remembered and craved back to me. And though she was often too far gone within her own mind to realize what was going on around her, when she was fully lucid she would smile softly and tell me what a wonderful nurse I would be when I grew up, just like she had been before the disease struck her. Looking back, I wish I could say that I preformed my duties with a smile on my face, but unfortunately that’s simply not

Growing up I did not dream about becoming a nurse. I graduated from high school with honors and was planning to go to law school. However, several months later, my life drastically changed. Unexpectedly, my beloved mother was diagnosed with stage II ovarian cancer. Spending countless days and nights by her side at the hospital made me recognize how significant and life-saving her care was. Nurses were highly skilled professionals who worked together to provide essential care for my mother, give immense support and encouragement, ensure that her treatment would be delivered timely, promptly assess and address her physical and emotional needs and manage her distressing symptoms.

I began volunteering at the Hope Line Resource Center to assist those in the community. This way I could assist with helping people become healthier to avoid facing the same situation my mother was in. Furthermore, I volunteer in health fairs to spread awareness of the ways people can put their body in a healthier state with Urban Health Plan. I wanted to do this to increase the community’s knowledge of how they can take control of their health. I eventually became an intern in the clinic with Urban Health Plan to have a chance to get involved in the Women, Infants, and Children (WIC) department and to collaborate with pediatricians to further understand the healthcare field. What happened to my mother motivated me to get involved, which eventually taught me that we all have the ability to take care of

It was said by an unknown person that, “When you’re a nurse you know that every day you will touch a life or a life will touch yours”. This is why I strive every day to study and try to give back to my community, to touch other people’s lives in the most positive way possible, and it is with my greatest hope that your highly generous opportunity will allow me to continue with this endeavor.

Growing up, I have had to endure the loss of many family members to the devastating disease we all know as cancer. My family history varies from the different types of the illness from lung cancer, leukemia, breast cancer, ovarian, and so on. My mother and grandmothers on my mother's and father's sides suffered from ovarian, leukemia, and breast cancer respectively. I have seen the horrible effects it has on the victim and their families, and knowing that pain and grief personally, makes me believe that I would be a great nurse in oncology. I want to help those going through what could be some of the toughest times in their lives if not the toughest.

My former caregivers embody the skilled nursing professional that I hope to one day become. They never allowed their personal beliefs to get in the way of patient care. They were committed to learning and bettering themselves for their patients. They were not afraid to admit what they did not know but they also refused to give up until they found answers. They were willing to help assist other medical professionals because they understood the importance of uplifting their team. They were efficient multitaskers that remained organized and detail oriented. My former nurses were committed to supporting and believing in patients that did not have the strength to do it themselves. For the nurses I encountered, nursing was not a just job. It was a way of life that they were dedicated to and passionate about. I will never be able to fully repay those who helped me, but I can support them by joining them in their continuing efforts to better serve the community.

My earliest experiences of observing nursing in action occurred during my last two years of high school. My father was diagnosed with cancer during the spring of my junior year and died right before my senior year. During that short time I watched as the nurses cared for him and I could see compassion and empathy in the way they looked at him. It never occurred to me until after I had raised my children that I wanted to be able to help people in the same way those nurses helped my dad. But now when I tell people that I want to be an oncology nurse, people often respond by saying that they would never choose that type of nursing. They say that they could not stand to watch their patients die so frequently.

Eight years ago, my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. He was receiving chemotherapy not too long before he passed away. When he got admitted into the hospital for the last time, my family and I took turn to be with him throughout the day. I remember the kind nurses that genuinely took care of us for the time that we stayed. They made sure we had a comfortable place to sleep and that we fed ourselves even though we had no appetite to eat at the moment. Until my dad's last breath, they were there to comfort and shared prayers with us. It was comforting to know that the nurses were there for us because my family and I had no one else besides each other since none of our relatives live in the States.

My professional goal is two stages. First, get my Bachelors of Science in nursing, then my Masters of Science in nursing. Second, to work as a registered Oncology nurse, combining both treatments and nutritional guidance for cancer patients and persons who are at risk. Once I acquire my degree in nursing Alaska Regional, whom I currently work for; will have me work in different departments as a nurse to gain valuable training in various fields of nursing. Ultimately, this experience will make me a better nurse in the field of my choice, Oncology. Today, I volunteer as a breast cancer mentor. Mentoring women who are undergoing double mastectomies and cancer treatments along with their families has become very important and rewarding to me. It

I had the honor of shadowing Jenn Dagger, a registered Oncology nurse who works at the Perelman Center for Advanced Medicine. She works in the Oncology unit located on the third floor west pavilion, which contains both the Rena Rowan Breast Cancer Center and the Jordan Center for Gynecologic Cancers. She graduated from the University of Pennsylvania with a Bachelor’s degree of Science in Nursing and decided to stay in Philadelphia to pursue a career. She originally worked in the Cardiac unit, but she came to the realization that this unit did not fit what she wanted in a career. After acknowledging her dissatisfaction, she decided to switch to the Oncology unit. This change proved to be successful, as she now loves her job and feels fulfilled in her role as a nurse. During my visit she demonstrated leadership and teamwork among the other nurses in the unit. In recognition of her work caring for patients and their families, she received the DAISY (Diseases Attacking the Immune System) Award.

I realized I wanted to be a nurse the spring break of my senior year in high school. I had no plans that spring break so I decided to volunteer at a nursing home that treated patients with Alzheimer’s. That week at the nursing home I experienced something I had never experienced before. Although I did not personally know any of the patients, I cared about their well being, the stories they loved to tell, and I accepted the affection they were so eager to share.

When I was very young I had an experience that would change the way I thought of nurses forever. I was going through something very personal and tragic at the young at of fourteen, something I had no control over and I was frightened. Now I can't remember a whole lot from that day but I remember my nurses face, the kindness she showed me, the selflessness she gave to me that day. She stood by my side even after her 12 hour shift, even after her child had called and was sick at school and needed to picked up, she stayed with me and by my side all because I was scared and asked her too. I will never forget the day that nurse showed me such kindness and it has stayed with me to this very day. I cannot remember her name but I remember her face