It was a beautiful gesture, something that reaffirmed my faith that, whatever reasons that have made us choose nursing as a profession, the one true thing is that we do care.
I became a nurse and came face to face with the harsh realities of death. Suddenly, the finality of it forced me to see us as the mortals we are. I dealt with my patients’ dying by maintaining a “qué será será” attitude. It didn’t mean losing my humanity; it didn’t mean that I cared less for my patients. It just meant survival for me in a profession that sees a lot of suffering and death.