When I took the prerequisite courses to get into the nursing
program here at CBU, I knew it was only a small chapter in the journey to
becoming a nurse. Ever since that
chapter closed, the next chapters have been the ones to shape me more than I
ever thought possible. I have had
moments that I have felt such defeat and others where I felt an overwhelming
sense of triumph. I am blessed to have many cheerleaders along the way in my
journey to share with me in these moments. However, no one can understand better than the
people who are along in the journey with me.
Together we started this journey a year and a half ago, and
somehow we have become a family. Especially since my family is so far, these
are the people I go to, who “get” me. I
still have wonderful other friends whom I love fiercely, but there is just
something about my nursing family. These
are the girls I go to when I feel defeated; when I think I can’t do this
anymore. They listen to the familiarity
of my words as they have felt those feelings and experienced the heartache too.
They are “my girls” (and some of my boys too). Just like a family, you go to
different people for different needs. Specifically two of my girls, are some of
my biggest encouragers. Whenever I feel inadequate to do this job, one quickly
reminds me by saying, “you’re in this program for a reason.” The other listens to me while telling me what a great nurse I'm going to be, and then distracts me from my frustrations. I can go to them in those moments and we can
both be completely transparent. I am incredibly blessed to have them by my side.
Together these girls and I have been through some crazy
things. We have literally worked through blood, sweat, and tears together. They
see me at my most tired, crankiest, silliest, most stressed out self, and they
love me anyway. We can cry and laugh together. We are halfway done with this
program, and I am so thankful they are the ones next to me for the second half.
