The Importance Of My Father's Care

When I was 12 years old, my father was diagnosed with bone cancer. My mom, sister and I spent many hours in hospitals for the first three months of his diagnosis. I was always so thankful for all the hard work and such caring staff members the hospital had. I found myself fascinated in everyone’s role in regards to my father’s care. Anytime someone walked into my father’s hospital room I would read their badge and ask each employee what exactly their role is in the hospital, not because I was questioning their job duties but simply because I wanted to learn more about job opportunities in the hospital. I enjoyed watching each procedure and anything having to do with IVs throughout the course of my father’s hospital stay. It was such a sad time …show more content…
A duty to help care for my father and show him lots of love and care as he lied in bed battling for his life. I created relationships with nurses and really took to their roles too. I would pay close attention to every task they did, if it was helping my dad out of bed or giving injections of medication. I watched the team care for my father and saw how compassionate they were to a stranger, and I really admired and liked that. My father was released to go home three months later. He was still very sick and weak from all the cancer treatments he had been receiving. I felt in my heart that I had a duty to help care for my father. I wanted to help take care of him. I felt strong enough to handle this task during this very sad time in our lives. I knew that he would die soon and I wanted to keep him safe and comfortable as much as possible. I went to junior high each day and came home and helped my mom care for my father. I would serve him dinner. I would sit next to his bed with a table tray and eat as we watched a television show together. I just wanted him to be happy. I knew I couldn’t fix him but I knew having me there would put a smile on his …show more content…
I believe caring for my father at such a young age has taught me how to be compassionate and caring for others at such a vulnerable time in their life. I believe it gave me a strong heart. I experienced and witnessed such a deadly disease and what it can do to a patient and the family as well. I was a Certified Nursing Assistant in a nursing home when I was 21 years old. I experienced and saw many things I did not like during this time. I saw nurses not being very nice to the elderly and that broke my heart. Today, I work as a Medical Assistant and enjoy caring for others on a daily basis. I have had the opportunity to help Licensed Practical Nurses and Registered Nurses to care for our patients and I want to be able to do more. I want to be a part of patients care on a deeper level. I have a compassionate heart and a strong stomach to be able to help my patient’s regardless the situation. I am happy to be working in the medical field and enjoy learning the nursing dynamics from Certified Nursing Assistants up to Nurse Practitioners. When I am a Registered Nurse I will appreciate my Certified Nursing Assistants and Medical Assistants who work beside me because I know what it takes to perform their