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“Show Me Your Stethoscope”

Nurses. Everyone depends on a nurse at some point in life for something. Wether it be when you’re a newborn getting cleaned, a kiddo with a broken leg, an elderly person very sick, we all turn to nurses for comfort at some time. As cliche as it may be, it truly takes a special person to be a good nurse. I’ve bragged on some of my nurses more than anything else. So, when The View gave their unedited thoughts about nursing, I read through some incredible nurses pushing the “Show Me Your Stethoscope” campaign. I’ve watched clips of the episode from The View, I watched the pageant live and cried as Miss. Colorado spoke with such sincerity about her friend, Joe, and I’ve found several mocking articles spread over Facebook. Although I think the original comments made were not tasteful, but not horrendous, the articles popping up everywhere forming from many opinions and few facts have made it the perfect platform for people to present their amazing nursing stories.

So here’s mine,

My nurses, the great ones leave an honest ever-lasting impression. It is my nurses that wake me up for vital checks in the early morning hours, the nurses that have to poke me an extra time to get blood. It is my nurses who force awful things down my throat, my nurses who have to deliver the bad news AND get the business on something they had no say in. But, it is my nurses who get to know Hadley, who have relationships with my family members. It is my nurses who make sure I am comfortable, who run to do whatever I ask them. It is my nurses who will hug me after a long day, who will let me sneak in an extra nap, let me complain about the hospital, even let me sneak outside for a minute of fresh air. My nurses are incredible.

The next time a nurse of mine sinks next to my bedside with the comment, “I cannot Hadley, for I am just your nurse”,  I will think of Kelly Johnson. I hope to have the thought that Joe had, and I hope I can leave a lasting mark on whichever nurse it may be, reminding them that “just a nurse” will never be a shameful title. Whitney may be just a nurse, but I hold her opinion and insight higher than most, I look forward to our days together, and I tear up when she won’t hug me good-bye until the last second because she too will miss me. Vicki may be just a nurse, but when she sat on my bed holding my hands telling me her most personal of stories, she was my friend. And when she was the person I called when in pain, when upset, when in need, she was “Aunt Vicki”.

Melissa, the nurse at the doctors office who hasn’t ever had to poke me or wake me in the middle of the night, but the nurse that has gone out of her way to actually know my case as more than just a case. Casey may just be my school nurse, but she has had more floor parties with me than anyone and held me when I cried…sometimes crying with me. They’re both just nurses. Nurses I wouldn’t have made it here without. 

My infusions nurses are just that, nurses. But Lewis, JP, Velvet, and all others, they are the people that make my parents trust their care for me, and they are the people I go to with my many questions. My infusion nurses are the ladies and Lewis that know exactly how I like my blankets, know the order of my medications by memory, remember that Benadryl makes me cough. They are the people who build relationships with my parents, my brothers, my grandma and my friends. JP is my nurse, but is the person who makes my scared little brother involved and comfortable during infusions. JP is the nurse that laughs when Parker wears a mask and is interested in all the gadgets of the room. Velvet is the nurse that chats with my grandma, and makes a bummer of a setting light hearted and relatable. Lewis, well he’s extra special. Lewis is the nurse that has a bromance with my dad. Lol But! He is still just a nurse.


You see, all of my nurses are just that…nurses. It is their profession, it is who they are, and it is why the are the people that they are. They’re my friends, the people who comfort me, my voice, those who check in or grab a hug when I’m not doing well. They’re my nurses. And I cannot wait to be one with all of them.

And to Kelly Johnson, the beautiful beauty queen from Colorado, keep doing your thing! I admire her for going after her dreams of becoming Miss. America. But, I admire her even more for staying true to herself, and not trying to make herself any more than what she is. Nursing is a talent, and though maybe not one for the Miss America stage, her talent will go much farther than Miss. Florida’s graceful dancing or Miss. Georgia’s gorgeous voice. I cried like a baby listening to every word of her monologue, but even more noticing the true sincerity in her heartfelt speech. Miss. Colorado, please never forget Joe.

I cannot wait to be just a nurse.