When I was in nursing school, a classmate of mine shared she wanted to work for hospice after graduation.
“HOSPICE?! How depressing!” I practically shouted. I was only twenty then, and now I’m embarrassed at how rude and ignorant I was. Especially since, many years later, I am now a hospice nurse myself.
I never thought I would work for hospice. I became a nurse to save people, not let them die. Hospice wasn’t real nursing… or so I thought. Again, I reference to my age- maybe I just couldn’t grasp the concept. Continue reading Where there is fragility, there is strength.