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Yes, I do believe I have a calling. All though it is not to wear the robes, metaphorically speaking.
Never in my life had I ever had an interest in nursing. However, after my children were born, I was pulled to th field. Further, I was pulled and prodded all over the contrry. I ended up a Master’s in Nursing - Family Practice Nurse Practitioner. From there, I specialist, after externships in dermatlology, internal medicine, gerontology and psychiatry to name a few. For a short while, I had my own psychiatric practice. Yes, I did all that a physician did. And yes, I had a back up doc as I didn’t want to be out on that limb, without someone below me with a net for my patients’ sake.
My health graudally began to decline. I had always been in physical pain with several other symptoms of a condition that was not named until recently. Needless to say, by the time I was diagnosed and received treatment, my condition was severe and continuing to progress. I was classified as 100% disabled, but needed to work to survive. I have to children in college.
I closde my private practice at the end of the summer 2004 and went back to working 12 hours a night, 2 nocs a week in hospital.
About a month ago, I was sitting in my room and thinking, that I would never get to work in Hospice. I was working in Rehab at the time. I was also at home having been put off work by the employee medical doctor as I was flaring badly and had the worst panic attack, to the point of paralysis, of my life time. The employee doc put me off work.
So, here I was sitting and thinking, I’d not be able to keep my promise to God to work in Hospice. I could not remember the reason why I had made that promise. I think it has something to do with my Dad dying in excruciating pain in a hospice and I prayed that no one would be allowed to have that happen to them.
Here is where the calling comes in (if it hasn’t already been evident.) The Director of the Rehab place calls me up while I am off sick by their doc and tells me not to come back. I was flabbagasted. I had trouble early on adjusting back into the role of an RN in the beginning after being an independent medical provider. But, we worked through the plan outlined for me in 2 wks and I was receiving written kudos from staff and patients alike. You can see why the DON’s calling me out of the blue like that shocked me. I cried for about 20" and feel asleep. I had dreams about God and my role in life. A well dressed man in a tux at a ticket gate was present. I asked him what he was doing. And he told me it was my ticket for the train (some of this is coming to me as I am recalling. Little by little that dream comes back. If I don’t write it down when spoken/written/thought of, I lose that little piece again.
The next morning, I was resigned to get a job and felt like a load hav been listend from me. Opening my computer, there was this hospice job on the first email. I faxed them my CV and made an appointment for the next day and was hired that next day.
It was like “coming home, only to a place that I had never been before.” The people wer wonderful, more than just polite to the new kid. The management wanted me to upgrade to the Regional Manager. One problem, you have to be in the position as an RN case Manager for 2 months prior to being apponted to the Patient Care Manager. It was wonderul. I applied for the job. I interview this week coming up (my 4th week with the company. I will be in th field for only a month before I will be able to assume the Rgional Director’s job in HOSPICE. If helping people over to our existence with God in all his glory with the Angels and Saints in heaven.
I do believe that I have been called to sevice for the Lord. I am not going to safe any one’s material earthly life, but I may just provider them with enough comfort to make it over to the heavens and the personal prescienc of the Lord.
Sorry about my long windedness. I had to finally tell this story to someone. Thank you for listening. An Praise God for giving my call to his service.
Love and God Bless You,
Your sister in Christ,
Mary MagdalenaL