My Foundation in Nursing My resolution to become a nurse does not hinge upon one pivotal moment in time. Rather, nursing always played a role that seemed larger than life when I was growing up. For instance, my mother attended nursing school at a time when students were not allowed to date, hence, she gave up college to become Mrs. Hubert Fritz. In turn, this inspired my two sisters, who were more than a decade older than I, to go off to college for nurse 's training. I could not help but notice how proud my parents were of Linda and Barb when they, each one in turn, were able to actualize a dream that my mother had of becoming a nurse. For I watched as my family celebrated each capping and pinning ceremony with delight. It was a …show more content…
The distracted obstetrical team, entrusted with my mother’s care, ignored my mother’s pleas of “Why isn’t the baby crying” long enough to allow permanent and profound brain damage to occur. Consequently, my brother never progressed beyond the mentality of a two-year-old and would have exquisite Grand Mal seizures at least three times a week. Joe’s seizures were often severe enough to necessitate an ambulance ride to the nearest hospital 25 miles away to receive emergent intravenous anticonvulsants. The steady influence of a constant demand for attention to detail to prevent numerous complications, both critical and innocuous, gave spark to my desire to gravitate eventually towards critical care medicine. Decision to Enter Nursing School My footsteps did not follow my sisters’ directly out of high school into nursing. I had already married and had just given birth to my second child when my mother approached me, insistently, about becoming a nurse. As a result of what transpired to cause my brothers disabilities, I wrestled with my altered perception of nursing practice as one being fraught with tremendous responsibilities. In my final analysis, I decided that I would go into nursing for my mother, who never graduated college, and commit myself to a lifetime of education. But most importantly, I would become a nurse for my little brother so that I could be that person who would be: calm in the face of adversity: competent in the midst of
My inspiration to pursue a lifelong career in nursing derived from witnessing a close individual succumb to a painful and chronic disease when I was the tender age of 6. I pondered and researched endlessly on the symptoms and damage caused by that disease until I comprehended its origin and everlasting effects. The memory of witnessing that individual die will continue to plague my memories and serve as a reminder of why I continue to strive for my goals today. From that point on, I knew exactly the person I aspired to be in the future—a nurse. I was fascinated with acquiring knowledge about the human body and diseases. In high school, I applied to a local hospital to become a candystriper to gain more insight about the medical field and nursing. I was placed into the endoscopy department and it was there where I truly established my determination to take on the challenge of becoming a nurse. I witnessed and experienced a myriad of things during my time there. I grasped how to become more compassionate and to prioritize one’s life and safety above everything. The hospital became my personified version of Utopia.
Planning my career and setting up goals beyond being a bedside nurse was not an easy step. It was finalized/ concreted by the influence and support of friends and my family
Caring for others has always been a passion of mine, and becoming a nurse has always been my dream. While my dream has turned reality, I can say that nursing has blessed me with the opportunity to not only be a servant to those in my community, but it has also allowed me to be of some comfort to patients and their loved ones during their darkest and most vulnerable moments. Nursing offers a variety of opportunities, where the only restrictions are the ones we set for ourselves. As for myself, all things are possible, for if I want it, I strongly believe it’s already mine. The depths that I will go to reach the latitude of success that I so desire is boundless.
As I prepare for my first classes in nursing school, I recognize my unique position to examine the values that I will bring into my nursing career. Without any experience, my values remain relatively unshaped regarding healthcare. In contrast, the values of nurses who have already accumulated a variety of experiences tend to be more nuanced and informed. For this exercise, I met with one of these experienced nurses—CC, a cardiac-catheterization laboratory nurse who just welcomed her third child. Together, CC and I explored the differences in our upbringings, how we were each sucked into nursing, and how our values have changed throughout different life experiences. Above all, I intended to delve into the story of her fifteen-year career in order to discover how an experienced nurse philosophizes patient care.
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.
My love for nursing began early in my life; in high school, my continuing desire to become a nurse resulted in my applying and being accepted to Midwestern State University. There, I received a BSN and became a registered nurse. My experience at Midwestern prepared me for a successful career by instilling confidence within me as I joined the workforce. As my experience grew and years went by, I became eager to further my education and pursue my master's degree. Then life happened: the two-legged version that requires love, compassion, energy, and time. Now that my child is in school, with the support of my family, I am ready and dedicated to become a family nurse practitioner.
Nursing is an excellent career choice, where an individual acquires great gratitude while attending to others necessities. If someone is constantly trying to improve themselves and wanting to be challenged in life, “as nurses, we face tremendous challenges and often see and do things that are extraordinary” (Ulrich xix). By becoming a registered nurse the individual will make a difference. Nursing allows an individual to continuously be benefiting a fellow human being, not only with the patient but with their families as well, having the opportunity to becoming someone especial in the patient’s life. Nursing is a
The “Lewis Blackman Story” told by Helen Haskell, a person who continues to advocate for change and improved quality of care. Lewis Blackman the son of Helen Haskell died at age fifteen after developing complications after surgery that included incorrect administration of a medication and a nursing team who failed to see the changes in patient’s condition and effectively and sufficiently respond to the change in a timely manner ultimately resulting in failure to rescue and the patient’s death. More specifically, the staff failed to recognize the signs of shock that this patient. Likewise, no rescue plan was in place. Lastly, failed protocols and failed leadership
Since my first visit to the Doctor I have been fascinated with the world of medicine and the art of nursing. As I have matured it has become apparent to me that becoming a Nurse has become my calling. I am determined to be the
“Someone call 911”, I said, when I saw a girl fall down the stairs lying unconscious. The nurse at Rockdale County High School assisted with the situation. My friend Fred and I held her so she wouldn’t hurt herself any more than had already been done. The nurse notified us that this girl has epilepsy (meaning that a person has had two or more seizures, but it’s not contagious & is not caused by mental illness or mental retardation). I didn’t pay too much attention to what the nurse was saying because I was focused on the girl's breathing and her ability regain consciousness. The nurse insisted on calling her sister to be there for her when she wakes up. The nurse knew that when she would wake up, she would want to hug one of us or her sister because all she remembers is blacking out during the time it took place.
My ambition is to graduate St. Francis College as a Registered Nurse with a Bachelor’s degree in the upcoming years. Although majoring in nursing will not be easy, I feel I am prepared for the challenge. At this time in my life I cannot see myself majoring in anything else. As a young girl, with a mother working in the medical field, I was always fascinated going to work with her. Working in a doctor’s office these past two and a half years myself has given me much experience with patients and has made it more to clear to me that this is what I want to pursue as a career. I wish to be a nurse because I seem to get a feeling of warmth and internal satisfaction when helping those in need. I have begun to learn that medicine is not the only cure for people’s ailments. It is the care they receive by those around them whether it is in a hospital, nursing home, or even their own home. This is where I believe that I can make a great difference in people 's lives by helping them recover.
My name is Alexis Leann Guthrie and I am 21 years old. Recently, I completed my associates of arts degree at Jones County Junior College. I am currently enrolled in my first semester of nursing school at the University of Southern Mississippi. As a transfer student, I have experienced many changes in this past month. I have a goal to graduate this nursing program and go back to school to earn my Nurse Practitioner degree. My first year at Jones County Junior College, I was a Pre-med major. After many prayers and job shadowing, I felt that God was leading me to become a nurse. In this paper, I want to tell you about my own personal nursing philosophy as a beginner-nursing student.
It is said that the environment of our upbringing plays a salient role in determining the ambitions we pursue, the moral values we cherish and ultimately, the lasting contributions we make to society. I firmly believe that my formative experiences laid down the foundation for passion for nursing and constitute one of the salient reasons why I am determined to pursue this profession. For me nursing, is more than a mere vocation, it is a moral commitment, the manifestation of my natural talents and the actualization of the deep-seated aspirations that I have nourished since childhood. My mother was an accomplished nurse and always set a remarkable example for me to follow by displaying virtues of compassion, moral courage and dedication to the public good. My life experiences compelled me to emulate her example by cultivating the virtues of compassion and genuine sensitivity to patients. My formative experiences and core values led me to enter this career in the capacity of a Certified Nursing Assistant where I was distinguished for not only my competence as a nurse assistant, but also for my remarkable sensitivity to the needs of the patients. I intend to continue to actualize my natural talents by pursuing a career in Nursing.
First, let’s begin by stating that my expectation of a nurse is that he or she must be a good communicator, empathetic, patient and have good physical endurance. I feel that I exemplify these qualities which would make me successful as nurse in the future. As a little girl growing up, I have always dreamed of becoming a nurse. As a young adult, I continue to have the desire so I can help people through some of their most vulnerable times. Also my passion to become a nurse evolves from past experiences that have dramatically impacted my life: for example, my father’s death, my illness, and my personal interaction with nurses.
The chaos of a crowded room swirls before my eyes, as bodies blur and congeal with activity, while a new race against the clock is set into motion. The steady thumping of drums can be heard resonating in my ears as my heart beat tries to drown out the physician’s idiomatic recanting of the patient’s primary injury survey. The anxiety of the moment swells as I begin to lose focus and my thoughts start to wander, and I begin thinking about the patient’s wife, children, parents, and friends. At the edges of my concussions the physician asks for the patient to be intubated due to an airway compromise, and my wondering gaze snaps back into focus as my heart beat begins to slows. A forty-year-old male with a gunshot wound to the chest is fighting