Transformation

One of the more difficult parts about working in a PICU is the lack of visual progression we, as nurses, see in our patients.  Of course when children are on the brink of disaster, I'm amazed that I can be a part of their healing process, but I seldom see the child back to their baseline.  When I first come in contact with a patient and their family, it's often one of the worst experiences of their life up to that point.  It's a physical and emotional roller coaster for the patient, their family, and even us - the nurses.

Once a patient becomes a "walkie-talkie" (don't deny it PICU nurses - you know exactly who I'm referring to) or in other words, once they are "healthy" enough to transition down to the floor and out of the intensive care setting, it is very rare that I ever see them again.  Although I never want to see that child laying in a PICU bed again, I often wonder how the child made out after venturing out our doors.  Were they able to sleep through the night on the med-surg floor since I wasn't in their room every hour checking on them?  Did they get that plate of mashed potatoes they were craving when they weren't allowed to eat anything by mouth?  Have they lost that hoarseness that was in their voice from the endotracheal tube?  Did they get to go back in school?  How are their parents doing?

Every now and then a family will make a little visit back to the unit to say hello to the staff and show the child where he or she had been for however long.  Trust me, that quick 5 minute visit means the world to us.  It's the proof, the extra reminder, that there can be happy endings.  It's the best reassurance I can think of that helps me understand that I did in fact make a small difference.  I'm pretty sure every nurse's heart swells when they see a former patient doing well.

Here in Africa, the transformation is almost immediate and wow, it is amazing.  The change the patients go through is nothing like I've been exposed to before.  It's so fun to be a part of their physical and emotional journey - it's almost unreal.  Check these out...

 

Remember that little boy, Emmanoel, the one who had the ridiculous oral tumor?  The one who could barely keep his eyes open because he was working so hard to breathe.  Well, here he is - smiling, laughing, playing - breathing!

 

Ebenezer was the first patient I met on the unit - and he spoke English!  He made an incredibly long faith driven journey to reach Mercy Ships.  He is hanging out at the Hope Center for a few months while he waits for his follow up surgery, but he's doing amazingly well.

 

 

Gracia - just amazing.  She too is awaiting her follow up surgery, but has been healing so well.  Her determination and patience are things that will never be matched.

 

 

Gercia had a rough go-around while in the hospital.  One of my friends figured out the power of a cookie - bribery is definitely an acceptable form of therapy :) 



Vernel - I mean seriously, how can you not love this face?  He was the most joyous six year old I've ever met.
 

  

New Smiles for Everybody!

 

 

 





Alphonse - The Self Proclaimed Professor or "The Boss" of D Ward

 

 

 

Presley - The Artist 

 

 

  Sephora and her Mom - she took me down in Memory :)



 

Donald - the man with the best walking stick ever!

 

 

Yvette - Former Handball Extraordinaire

 

 Thanks to all of you for your support! There are not enough words to express how grateful I am towards you for allowing me to take part in such an incredible experience!