Writing 101- Day Four: “The Serial Killer”

Day Four – The Serial Killer:  

* Today’s Prompt:  Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

* Today’s Twist:  Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

For twenty-five years I worked full-time at a local hospital. I was a registered nurse, working in a busy operating room where we performed many surgeries – from tonsillectomies to brain surgery. There were many emergency surgeries and I could not even tell you the number of times when I was part of a surgical team that saved a patient’s life. My work could be very awesome and rewarding, but it could also be very stressful.

I led a very busy life. Every day, after working an eight-hour shift at the hospital, I would rush home to my “other” job as wife and mother. Our three children kept my husband and me very busy. We had to chauffeur them to all their activities, whatever and wherever they may be. Our children were involved in many activities from sports to dancing and music lessons. We spent hour upon hour in hockey arenas, on baseball and football fields, in dance and karate studios, and in gymnasiums for gymnastic classes. I cannot even count the number of times we attended boy scout and girl scout meetings, school plays, orchestra concerts, and cello recitals. Our children loved these extracurricular activities and we felt that they helped to make our children well-rounded. In addition, my husband and I were active members in our church, and we volunteered for many ministries. We were so busy and now, many years later, it is all just a blur to me.

It was during this time while our children were growing up when I fervently wished that I did not have to work. I really wanted to be a stay-at-home mom instead. I told my husband of my feelings, and so we sat down and took stock of our financial situation. After much juggling here and there, we still could not find a way to make this a reality. Our finances just could not support my wish of being a stay-at-home mom. I couldn’t even cut back to part-time. So I accepted this fact and decided to make the best of it and went about the business of being a full-time working wife and mother.

Then a few years later, when our youngest daughter was in high school, my world came crashing down. I was diagnosed with a serious illness which soon took its toll. After several attempts of working even though I was ill, I just could not do it anymore. It was simply too painful to continue working and thus I became medically disabled. Unfortunately, my wish had finally come true – I could not work any more, not even part-time.

It was not long before I discovered that staying home from work was not all it was cracked up to be; especially if you were sick and in bed most of the time like I was. Truth be told – I missed my work; I missed my friends; I missed the busy schedule; and my husband and I really missed the salary I had been earning.

And now, instead of waking up every morning, jumping out of bed, and getting ready for work, there I was –  sick at home with the days stretching out before me with really nothing to do. Not being able to work any more had left me depressed. I felt as though don't knowpart of my identity had been taken away and it was quite a blow to my self-esteem. I was also lonely; so lonely that sometimes I would go into an internet chat room just to have someone to talk to. And talk about being bored to tears! I cried so often and wondered why I had been given this lot in life. I knew it was just part of our heavenly Father’s plan, but sometimes this fact was not so consoling.

I have gradually come to accept this situation with more grace than I did in the beginning years. But I still do have a lot of time on my hands and with it, I do a lot of thinking. I think about those busy days when the kids were growing up and I was a working wife and mother. I think about the nursing job I had and all the worthwhile work I was doing at the time, like saving people’s lives or making people’s lives better with the surgeries that we performed. I think about the conversations I had with my friends at work during coffee breaks or lunch. I think about the days when I could buy something new and not have to worry about the expense.

But through this experience I have learned a valuable lesson which is this: Enjoy your life. Live in the moment. Learn how to take the bad with the good. And make wonderful memories. What they say is true:  “You don’t know what you’ve got until it is gone!”

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  • Your honesty is refreshing. For some reason though, I feel as if your illness which forced you to be home, was really so you would have time to write and share hope & inspiration with others. Look at what you are currently doing…!

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    • Hi Michelle. You are such a lovely person, and I’m so glad that you visited today because I really needed a lift today and you are just the person who gave it to me. Thanks so much for that. I hope you have an amazing weekend. I’m heading over to read your blog shortly. I wasn’t able to read any blog entries for the past four days because of I’ve only had one functioning eye but all’s well now, so expect me! 🙂

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    • Michelle, I’m sorry, but I’m still trying to search the Commons for your post but there are just SOOOO many! If you send me a link to your post, I will absolutely go right to your blog to read it, I promise! Thanks so much!

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  • I just want to thank you for all the hard work you do and have done for the patients and all the emotional and physical toll it takes on you and how it takes you away from your families. I work in a hospital in an administrative role but interact so much with nurses, I truly don’t know what I would do without them.

    I hope you get better soon and find the strength always to overcome, you are in my prayers.

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