Coming from a large family, growing up was difficult. I am the youngest of 10 and both my parents worked long hours to provide for us. It was at a early age that I decided to work and help my mother out with all the expenses of the house hold. I would accompany my mother to her job and help her with laundry, dishes, cooking and all the house hold duties. My mother and I were very close and she was the one person that would listen and give me advice.
My spark for nursing started about 10 years ago. At the moment I was living with my parents. I enlisted to college and was planning to take nursing classes after I graduated from High School. Graduation finally arrived and I was excited to begin my first year of college. After completing all the pre requisites for the course I was accepted into the college.
Every Monday through Friday I would drop my mother off at her job. She was working at the Middle School as a janitor at the time. One day I noticed her eyes were yellow. I was working at a nursing home at that time and I mentioned it to a nurse. She alerted me that it was signs of jaundice and to take my mother to see a doctor ASAP.
After all the lab tests and scans later the doctors diagnosed my mother with pancreatic cancer. It was shocking news to the whole family and the cancer had spread to the point where surgery was no longer an option. We decided to fight the cancer with radiation and chemo. After four years of witnessing my mother’s health and spirit decline, she lost the fight. It was the most difficult and painful experience I’ve ever undergone. Not only was she my mother but she was my best friend.
Soon after she passed away the memory of my mother was something I could not cope with at the time. I moved out of my parents home and proceeded to live in my own apartment. When people tell you that it’s difficult to live on your own and become an “adult” they are not joking. I worked two jobs to make ends meet for several years. My dreams of becoming a nurse seemed to fall further and further away.
Finally I mustered the courage to apply for college again even though my expectations of passing the rigorous entrance exam was low. To my surprise I passed with just enough to get me a spot in the course! All my time spent studying in between jobs finally paid off. Unfortunately due to bills piling up, credit card debt and without any family to help I cannot afford to attend college. I’m a very stubborn person and refuse to ask for help but I’m finally at the point where I’m desperately in need of financial help.
My dream of saving lives and helping all of those who are in need seems to be a dream I will never accomplish. I’ve been working extra shifts but I still do not have enough to cover the tuition costs as well as the credit card debt I have accumulated. The course itself is $16,000 and my credit cards are adding up to $10,00. I’m desperately in need of help and the course is due to begin this August. I know this is a long shot but I will be forever grateful for those who can help. Thank you if you read this to the end and I pray that God will answer my prayers. Have a blessed day!