Personal Narrative: My Loss Of Honor

I stood in trauma room number one with my FFA official uniform on with my heartbroken mother by my side. When I got up that spring morning, I was shaken with nerves because I didn’t feel prepared enough to say a speech at my FFA contest that my chapter was leaving for that morning. That turned out to be the least of my worries that day. I had only been at school for fifteen minutes when I received a call from my mother that my Mamaw BJ, her mother, had passed away. We rushed to the hospital. I stood at the corner of the room so I wasn’t forced to look at the cold, still body that I was used to running up to and squeezing with love whenever I saw it. We stood there for hours and hours and hours it seemed. Her death is one of the most prominent
reasons why I am choosing to pursue a career in nursing. As it turned out, my mamaw had been having breathing problems so she went to see a doctor just a few days before she passed. The nurse admitted to overlooking a clear sign when performing routine check-offs and didn’t notify the doctor. They sent her home with neither medication nor diagnosis. My Mamaw BJ would still be with us today if not for a little mishap like that. I do not own resentment or hate towards anyone, but I do hope that a lesson was learned by the whole staff that was on duty that day. I am striving to not only help people and save lives, but also work diligently and attentively so as to not make a little mishap. Along with my pursuit of a nursing degree, I would like to specialize in respiratory care in memory of my late Mamaw BJ.