Christian Single, graduate school, Nurse Practitioner, Pediatric Nursing

The Final School Year

September 1997 I completed my one on one research course this summer with the Director of the Nurse Practitioner program, Dr. K. I learned about the different types of research broken into two broad categories of quantitative and qualitative research. Our small school does not have the staff to support doing quantitative research with labs… Continue reading The Final School Year

Christian Single, graduate school, Nurse Practitioner

Continue Graduate School or Drop Out?

April 19, 1997 Show me Thy ways, O Lord, teach me Thy paths. Psalm 25:4 (KJV) I am seriously debating whether or not I should continue with graduate school. They are raising the tuition to $380 per semester credit hour, and I have 29 hours to go to complete my Master's of Science in Nursing… Continue reading Continue Graduate School or Drop Out?

Christian Single, General Nursing, Nurse Practitioner

Becoming a Patient

July 1996 My most difficult semester of graduate school is history. The pathophysiology class, taught by a physician from Russia with a heavy accent, was challenging to understand. She gave us a great review of physiology and took us much deeper into what goes wrong in the body when disease occurs. The second course was… Continue reading Becoming a Patient

Christian Single, graduate school, Holidays, Nurse Practitioner

My Year of Rejection and Sorrow

April 1995 I am relieved to have my interview for graduate school behind me. I will learn next week whether or not I am accepted, so the waiting which began last September is almost over. I hope my good grades in my first two courses at the State University help with my admission, but the… Continue reading My Year of Rejection and Sorrow

Christian Single, Dialysis Nurse

Culture Shock in New England, USA

June 1991 The huge moving van drove up the hill to my new condo and parked on the roadside. The men carried my 100+ boxes and furniture over the grass, through the sliding glass doors, and piled the boxes floor to ceiling in the living room. "Lady, you sure have a lot of books. Will… Continue reading Culture Shock in New England, USA

Christian Single, Dialysis Nurse, General Nursing

Time to Move?

Midwest to New England USA - June 1991 For some time now I have felt stuck in a rut, and I have asked the Lord if He would have me move to a new location. I have lived in Ohio since I was two years old. One wonderful thing about being a nurse is that… Continue reading Time to Move?

Christian Single, International Nursing

Oasis in the Swiss Alps – Part 2

Wengen, Switzerland - August 1989 On a crystal clear bright blue sky day, I took the train up to 11,000 feet to the Jungfrau mountain with a widow, one of our tour leaders. She and her husband started a drug and alcohol rehab center for men in England called Yeldall Manor. She told us some… Continue reading Oasis in the Swiss Alps – Part 2

Christian Single, Holidays, International Nursing

Oasis in the Swiss Alps – Part 1

August 1989 - Wengen, Switzerland Several months ago, I asked the Lord to help me meet other Christians for fellowship, especially other single women. I'm now in my thirties and the only single lady attending the small Bible church where I worship. Sometimes I become quite lonely. I heard about a Christian tour group and… Continue reading Oasis in the Swiss Alps – Part 1

Christian Single, Dialysis Nurse

Dirty Needle Stick in Dialysis

Summer, 1989 I have been working in outpatient hemodialysis on the evening shift now for about six months, four days a week with every Wednesday and Sunday off. When I work every other Saturday, I also have Thursday off. Wednesdays are a welcome break in the middle of the week to run errands, schedule appointments,… Continue reading Dirty Needle Stick in Dialysis

Christian Single, International Nursing

Honduras Medical Mission – Part 3

Camasca - Thursday, October 29, 1988 Today I awoke at 3 a.m. with a stomach ache. I have been doing well with the food until now. The village dogs howl until 1 a.m. and the chickens start crowing at 3:30 a.m. so I keep waking up early. I never knew a village could be so… Continue reading Honduras Medical Mission – Part 3