Oncology Nurse Observation Report

When I was growing up, I spent a lot time with both my parents visiting local hospitals doing missionary work. Thus, paying close attention to the care the providers gave to the patients in the oncology units. During the visits I was continually exposed to the beaming bright lights, the rapid pace of moving nurses, and agony filled patients moaning as if the medicine had worn off. And my father saying, “You need to be sensitive to people with a terminal illness.”

Every Sunday after church my family and I spent several hours at Loyola hospital visiting with the oncology patient’s seniors and youths. We would converse, read, pray and even provide laughter for them. I’ve learned so much about the patient, their illness, and the families. Additionally, I began honing in on the terminology just by observing and listening to the professional staff as they interacted with their patients. I developed a sense of mortality and empathy for the patients and the direction I wanted to

If someone was hurt on the playground I would immediately run to assist and get a teacher to help. One hot summer day in June my best friend Jenny was playing tag with a group of us girls and boys. Jenny started to run from Andrew, but she began to fall before she could get going, which he tagged her but she didn’t move for a few minutes. We were so afraid, I stayed by her and waited until the teachers came on the playground to see about her. Jenny turned out to be ok once they took her in the building waiting for her parents. At age 17, my cousin asked, “If I would come and help care for my aunt?” I didn’t know much about medicine; I was in the finance industry taking care of people in a different way. I opened new accounts, completed loan applications, loan closings, and provided them with their paperwork and out the door they went. This required little to no