Nursing Abroad

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Redeeming Moments

As mentioned at the end of my last post, there were moments that I had the privilege of experiencing in the midst of not knowing why I was here. In the midst of feeling naked and uncomfortable, these little glimpses of heaven sustained me. As I washed Clarene’s club feet with Chlorhexidene to prep for surgery later that day, I couldn’t help but remember Jesus washing his disciples’ feet. I scrubbed and scrubbed, squatting on the bathroom floor while her...

How I Experienced Cross-Cultural Nursing

I was so confused after my first few days of work. I waited for months and flew across the world but there was a big problem. I didn’t like it. I just wanted to ¬†shout “just kidding!” and erase the past few months. Could I go back home, back to nursing in Rochester, and forget about all the adjusting I had done thus far? No, it’s not so simple? My Nursing Identity I am a nurse and that’s what I...

Screening In the Flesh

Three weeks ago we were just starting to screen Malagasy patients for surgery. The wards weren’t open yet; nurses were still setting up the wards. I still didn’t know what nursing would be like here. All I had were stories. When Mercy Ships arrives in any given country, we have to find our patients. The weeks prior to the ship’s arrival were for spreading the word to potential patients or anyone that might have contact with people in need of...

Last Day: A Milestone

I am no longer employed at Rochester General Hospital. My last day was Saturday the 9th. Since I chose my own end date, I was confused as to why I chose to end on a Saturday. Why voluntarily decide to do one more shift on a day when I would rather be outside or enjoying sister time or reading on my futon in my bath robe? Well, it was a beautiful day. I mean, my shift inside was  beautiful nonetheless. ...