Personal Narrative: The Nurse Who Changed My Life
I was born in Tanzania in a camp called Nduta my family fled there during a war that took place in Burundi. I personally didn't experience the war because my mom fled when she was pregnant with me, she conceived me three months later. After reaching the camp I’m told that a lot of people got sick while we were there because there weren't enough doctors to treat the people, due to that most people passed away.
At age six I became very ill to point where I couldn’t eat, drink, or even the energy to sit up. For a minute my family thought that they were gonna lose me. To my surprise there was this one particular nurse she went by the name Anita she was a nurse who took care of me, she was always there making sure that I was well taken care of.
To be honest there wasn't that many nurses that had a heart like Anitas. Her warm smiles, and her her stories, her hugs, and the stories used to tell me were amazing. She took care of me as if I was her own child, she basically went above and beyond from what was expected of her. Just the sample fact of her being there showing that she cares beyond measures, made me feel comfortable and most importantly safe.
After three weeks and half of being hospitalized I returned home. My mother made me stay home from school for a week so that I can recover fully before returning to school. During my stay at home I played “hospital” with my dolls, I would play and pretend as the nurse used to do. Tell the dolls stories, and give the dolls medications. Well as you’ve already know a child's imagination runs wild.
As a young child I also enjoyed playing school teacher, but however, more importantly from the age fifteen to seventeen my mom became ill, at the time to care of my mother. During this period of time, the idea of becoming a nurse didn’t cross my mind as much, but rather caring for the people around me, such as my mother, my nieces, and my younger brother was a way of life.
Caring for my mom had a long impact on my career decision, which is why I choose to attend Bradford school to first become a medical assistant so that way I was able to find a job while furthering my education but at the same time the knowledge and understanding of medicine so that way I can not only help my mom, but also the people within the African community who can't read and understand english, especially the language of medicine.
The hands on experience that I had at Bradford was rewarding, but even more so externing at UPMC was ten times rewarding than I expected. Externing at UPMC gave me the choice to either continue my major in the healthcare field or take the associate as an MA, or go back to school and change my major completely into something else. My decision completely changed while I was helping a disabled chronically ill patient out of the car, as I was wrapping her arms around my shoulder I recognized the tone and delivery of Anita's words which she used when comforting me, during a similar event. Among the noise going on of my follow medical team, I felt something that I had not felt before. I became aware that my childhood role play as a nurse provided me with a unique ability to invest
At age six I became very ill to point where I couldn’t eat, drink, or even the energy to sit up. For a minute my family thought that they were gonna lose me. To my surprise there was this one particular nurse she went by the name Anita she was a nurse who took care of me, she was always there making sure that I was well taken care of.
To be honest there wasn't that many nurses that had a heart like Anitas. Her warm smiles, and her her stories, her hugs, and the stories used to tell me were amazing. She took care of me as if I was her own child, she basically went above and beyond from what was expected of her. Just the sample fact of her being there showing that she cares beyond measures, made me feel comfortable and most importantly safe.
After three weeks and half of being hospitalized I returned home. My mother made me stay home from school for a week so that I can recover fully before returning to school. During my stay at home I played “hospital” with my dolls, I would play and pretend as the nurse used to do. Tell the dolls stories, and give the dolls medications. Well as you’ve already know a child's imagination runs wild.
As a young child I also enjoyed playing school teacher, but however, more importantly from the age fifteen to seventeen my mom became ill, at the time to care of my mother. During this period of time, the idea of becoming a nurse didn’t cross my mind as much, but rather caring for the people around me, such as my mother, my nieces, and my younger brother was a way of life.
Caring for my mom had a long impact on my career decision, which is why I choose to attend Bradford school to first become a medical assistant so that way I was able to find a job while furthering my education but at the same time the knowledge and understanding of medicine so that way I can not only help my mom, but also the people within the African community who can't read and understand english, especially the language of medicine.
The hands on experience that I had at Bradford was rewarding, but even more so externing at UPMC was ten times rewarding than I expected. Externing at UPMC gave me the choice to either continue my major in the healthcare field or take the associate as an MA, or go back to school and change my major completely into something else. My decision completely changed while I was helping a disabled chronically ill patient out of the car, as I was wrapping her arms around my shoulder I recognized the tone and delivery of Anita's words which she used when comforting me, during a similar event. Among the noise going on of my follow medical team, I felt something that I had not felt before. I became aware that my childhood role play as a nurse provided me with a unique ability to invest