I learned how to insert all sorts of inanimate objects into the body. Tubes, cannulas, catheters, needles galore!
You name it, I've done it.
They also taught us the act of therapeutic listening without the cliche "And how do you feel about that?"
We learned that when someone is sick they are not always there most polite version of themselves and to give them a little slack.
We learned about treatments to multitudes of diagnoses; signs, symptoms and all things vital in between.
We were taught to have a "nurses face". You know, when someone may have a metal rod sticking out of there head, you must nod like it's something you have seen everyday.
The list is innumerable. But you know what they didn't teach me?
The paradigm shift when someone in your life becomes sick.
Do you grieve? Do you show no emotion as you "see this all the time"? Do you ask the questions that you're supposed to know the answers to? Do you fear the worst because thats what you were trained to do? Do you have hope when you know things look pretty grim? Do you distance yourself because you just don't know what to do? Do you put down the proverbial nurses "hat" and be the daughter instead?
As I figure out the answers to these questions, I remain faithful that there is a plan and that I must cherish the time I have with my loved ones, as I urge you to do the same.
I do know one thing: Family ROCKS and Cancer SUCKS!