it's playing a poor hand well
"it is not a matter of holding good cards; it's playing a poor hand well"
This quote showed up in my nutrition class today and all i could think of is my dad. I mean, i know that things can be worse, but of course i wish they were better. it is just hard knowing that he's all getting the shorter part of the stick. things just aren't fair when it comes to him. with mostly everything in medicine there is a slight possibility of side effects...and my that's where my dad comes in. it just isn't fair. when will it all get better? will the recovery happen... it's been over a year now since the transplant and that year was another year with my dad. I'm very grateful for more time. but sometimes i just wish things weren't so rocky...When i see that quote it reflects my dad. he knows his health isn't perfect, but he does all he can... sometimes too much. he eats healthy, exercises, follows what the doctor tells him. He's doing all he can.
I feel that sometimes i might be selfish saying "why him? why my dad? why still my dad?" i just don't know what to think... and i don't always know what to say to comfort. i wish there was more i can do... and there probably is...
another question that was brought up:
" Why become a nurse?"
As i think about how i came to this point i look back at my experiences..I'm in this profession because i see what medical field has done to help others.. i've heard and seen miracles. I want to be a part of that process of helping others, giving back to the community and doing what i do best, caring for others. Someday i will specialize in the field of cardiology and when the time is right i want to reach for more education.
I still have faith and i will never give it up. it's like I'm fighting right by his side to fight this. my whole family is.
This quote showed up in my nutrition class today and all i could think of is my dad. I mean, i know that things can be worse, but of course i wish they were better. it is just hard knowing that he's all getting the shorter part of the stick. things just aren't fair when it comes to him. with mostly everything in medicine there is a slight possibility of side effects...and my that's where my dad comes in. it just isn't fair. when will it all get better? will the recovery happen... it's been over a year now since the transplant and that year was another year with my dad. I'm very grateful for more time. but sometimes i just wish things weren't so rocky...When i see that quote it reflects my dad. he knows his health isn't perfect, but he does all he can... sometimes too much. he eats healthy, exercises, follows what the doctor tells him. He's doing all he can.
I feel that sometimes i might be selfish saying "why him? why my dad? why still my dad?" i just don't know what to think... and i don't always know what to say to comfort. i wish there was more i can do... and there probably is...
another question that was brought up:
" Why become a nurse?"
As i think about how i came to this point i look back at my experiences..I'm in this profession because i see what medical field has done to help others.. i've heard and seen miracles. I want to be a part of that process of helping others, giving back to the community and doing what i do best, caring for others. Someday i will specialize in the field of cardiology and when the time is right i want to reach for more education.
I still have faith and i will never give it up. it's like I'm fighting right by his side to fight this. my whole family is.