December 1998 - New England, USA I have now completed my first six months as a Nurse Practitioner in a 120-bed psychiatric hospital. I thank God for my boss, Dr. T., a Family Practice Physician, and an excellent teacher. The hospital has an adult unit for acute psychiatric problems, a second adult unit for detoxification… Continue reading The Psychiatric Hospital
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?
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
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
January 1995 Over the next few days, Dr. Elaine assigned me to work in the Mennonite clinic which was hosting us in comfortable simple motel-like rooms on their campus. I watched Dr. Nancy examine patients all day long in much the same fashion as USA physicians. She speaks some English and many of the medical… Continue reading Transcultural Nursing Course – Dominican Republic – Part 4
January 3, 1995 With our trip half over, we returned today to the city hospital to work as a group so Tammy could translate for us. We made rounds in the pediatric ward and watched a skilled nurse easily start several IV's in babies, unlike yesterday. She wore a cap with a blue velvet band,… Continue reading Transcultural Nursing Course – Dominican Republic – Part 3
January 1995 - San Juan, Dominican Republic After awakening, I began reading my English-Spanish Bible in my Pan Dia village home, when Maria, a ten-year-old girl came in and shyly started reading over my shoulder. I gave her a Spanish gospel tract to read, and she was thrilled. Before we said goodbye, the cute children… Continue reading Transcultural Nursing Course in Dominican Republic – Part 2