Its the small things that make it all worth it
Its when my 16 year old patient with septic arthritis manages to scrape together the courage to hop it out to the bathroom by herself. Taking her first baby steps telling her sickness to suck it. She smiled so proudly that my heart swelled.
Its seeing my old patient back for his checkup and he’s geared in his own clothes and a hat that only he could rock. He’s blowing kisses in my direction and the truth is, he was a very difficult patient, but its seeing him back in his own skin with pride and strength, despite his 2 amputations, that makes me want to hug his grumpy ass.
Its when my schizophrenic patient is leaving the ward after being discharged and he tells me for the final time “sister, I ate all my food!” And I told him how proud I was. Its the last giggle as he tells me about the red men with shiny heads that chased him. He didn’t seem afraid of them anymore. He doesn’t need to be.
Dont forget why you started, dont forget these little angels that make it all worthwhile. They won’t forget what you did for them. Its all worth it, I promise.
