Every year for Nurse’s Week, our chaplain comes by every unit to bless the nurse’s hands.
Just stop to think about that for a second. At my job, the chaplain comes to us to bless our hands.
Doesn’t that just humble you to the floor? That just really, really touches me. It really makes me think about the all of the stuff that we hold in our nursey hands.
From drawing up something that makes the pain go away, to helping you go to the bathroom when you’re too embarrassed to ask your family, to breaking your ribs to make your heart pump blood once again, to hugging you when you feel alone, to spending an hour cleaning all of the blood out of your hair, to wiping tears off of your face when your arms don’t work but you still can cry, to letting you hold your intubated brand new baby for the first time.
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I’m so humbled that someone wants to bless my hands. I’m so humbled that I get to do what I do with my nursey hands.
Thank you, all you nurses out there, who day in and day out carry a patient through with your precious hands. Through pain, through disappointment, through new life, through victory, through heartache, through death, and through triumph. So many people would not be breathing on this earth if it wasn’t for you. And so many people are breathing easier because of you. And your nursey hands.