I'm posting a link to a very special blog. This is a woman that I took care of at work. It is a remarkable and amazing story of love and devotion. It makes you realize that the bad day you thought you had wasn't so bad at all.
If you remember, the reason I became a nurse is because of my gramma (my spelling).
She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and after a long fight, lost her battle. I would go to Minnesota to help care for her and wanted to be able to help others. I miss her dearly and know that she is looking down on me and is very proud.
When I became a nurse, I had new respect for my Aunt Julie. She is an oncology nurse, so she knew everything that was happening and what would happen next to gramma. I can't imagine how hard this was for her.
When you are a nurse, you know the things that come next when someone is ill. Sometimes, it is hard to know, but you are thankful for knowing at the same time.
