My Thank You To Nurses.

With so much media attention on nurses, I couldn't help but think back to our last 2 years of constant appointments and treatments, and be so incredibly blessed for the nurses in my life. So here is my thank you to all the nurses out there, especially those who have helped Dad these last 2 years. 

Dear Nurses,

You have each helped scan, poke, cut and monitor my Dad these last 2 years. From brain surgeries, ICU stays, MRIs, administering treatment, doing blood work, and being my on call for any question or concern- you have handled each situation perfectly, and I thank you for that. 

Thank you to the ICU nurses at St. Joseph's. When our world seemed to be falling apart, and we were sleep deprived from sleeping in the waiting room, you were there to offer kind words and provide care to my Dad. I credit Dad's ICU nurse with saving his life that day in October 2013. That day where the brain surgery was a success and, shortly after, Dad's right arm started appearing very weak. There were no machines that went off, or some sort of test that showed what was happening, just the training of one amazing nurse who noticed a change and called the doctor. We soon realized Dad was having a brain bleed and was quickly rushed back to surgery. That nurse saved Dad's life, and for that there are no words to thank her enough. And to the ICU nurses who allowed us to visit during non-visitation hours to help make Dad more comfortable and to the ICU nurses who loved and cared for my Dad as I would love and care for him, thank you. 

Thank you the Cancer Clinic nurses. To say these nurses have become second family to us would be an understatement. These nurses have answered every call I've had with any question or concern. They have answered some of my difficult questions, where my voice screamed panic and concern, and their response was calming and comforting. I remember that day in March 2014, where we were concerned the cancer had returned. I walked back to the chemotherapy area with tears in my eyes, panic in my heart, and fear overtaking my body- and I wasn't greeted with any cold words or request to "sign in" or provide Dad's information. Instead, I was greeted with a hug and those words I will never forget, "I'm going to take very good care of your Dad." Thank you for providing hope to my family throughout this journey, thank you for providing guidance to me on this path where medical information is so foreign to me, and thank you for providing a hug when I needed it more than I could have ever imagined. Thank you. 

And to my family of nurses- thank you! You answer the calls in the early mornings and late nights, those calls where I'm filled with panic or concerned, and you are calm and reassuring. I'm not sure if nurses take a class on how to remain calm in stressful situations, or if that's just how perfectly God made you for this profession, but how amazing it is that when the world seems to be falling apart, you're right there to help manage the pieces.

And maybe nurses don't hear it enough, but thank you for all that you do each day. Thank you for the sacrifices you make working late, or being on call. You reassure us, you comfort us, and you provide a sense of strength in battles that we do not know how to fight. You become family to many of us, and I hope you see what a blessing that is to many families like mine. 

Continue your passion in helping others, because on the days where nothing seems to go right, on the days where you're tired, burnt out, and frustrated with your profession- know that there are families like mine who pray for people like you. People who provide calm in the storm, people who provide hope when the world seems hopeless, and people who provide care to those we love the most. 

Thank you.