Hands of Healing

I think to date this is one of the hardest posts for me to write. How do I explain who I am and how I function is this world? I live in Utah with my husband of nearly 18 years and our 4 children. For 13 of those years I worked as a RN on the graveyard shift sacrificing sleep so my children would have a parent home with them instead of going to day care. It was difficult and now with two little ones in the home I wonder “how did I do it?” I must have been crazy.

Nursing was not my first choice for a career, but it was the right one. I really wanted to be a music major and eventually play for a good orchestra. I loved how I felt when I had my horn in my hands and could feel the music in my soul. What I didn’t like was my ego. I let pride interfere with friendships and I saw the same ego in others. I started to hate the fight and the tears to try to be more than my best but also better than others. At the same time I saw my dad care for his dying father and part of me said if he could do this, so could I. When my parents and my brother left to have my grandfather buried in Canada I prayed, and I knew that nursing was what I should do with my life.

From that moment on, it was a scramble to get into school, and I have witnessed many miracles for the acceptance of my choice. I have also seen that I would have been taken care of if I had continued in my quest in my music goals. I went to college with a music scholarship. I had the opportunity to work with a band director that was really patient with my nursing classes and gave me many opportunities to play in the position he felt I deserved. It was a joy to play without pressure and to know that, no matter what, he respected my abilities as a clarinetist and a leader. I did not know that being a nurse would help me put a husband through school. I was able to see my skills bless the lives of others, and my mistakes and errors help me to grow. Nurses are people, and try as we might, mistakes are still made. The hardest thing was to accept that in myself.

I stopped working when the time was right, and I have never regretted working, but I don’t want to go back. I have never loved life as much as I have since then. I don’t think I’m cut out to work out of the home. I also learned that I didn’t need a music degree to enjoy playing my clarinet. I have had opportunities to play in church and with a community orchestra. If I ever get a chance to return to school and get another degree it would be in music therapy. I believe in the ability of music to heal ones soul, heart, and mind and possibly the body. I have learned, from listening to Michael Ballam, the magic that the power of music can bring. Perhaps my love of music and my desire to be a nurse have something in common after all. My hands used to heal through medicine and song.

I would be my brother’s keeper,
I would learn the healer’s art.
To the wounded and the weary
I would show a gentle heart.
I would be my brother’s keeper-
Lord, I would follow thee.

hymn # 220 verse 3

In your path of life what choices have you made that took a turn that you had not anticipated and what was the effect of that decision?

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