I was 22 and had just graduated college and earned my RN degree from Golden West Community College. I had my heart set on working at St. Joseph Hospital because of their reputation for excellence, high quality of care and my desire to learn to give the best care possible. Believe it or not back then in 1977 there wasn't a nursing shortage.  So, getting hired on was a challenge, as there a few openings and an influx of new grads vying for positions.

However, I took a chance and applied and I was fortunate to get an interview with the Director of Nursing, Judy Burton. I was a bit nervous and answered all her questions and then she thanked me for coming in as my heart sank. Just as I was about to leave, I handed her a one-page type written letter that I asked her to read, explaining why I wanted to work at St Joseph’s. It was just two paragraphs in which I shared how I had put myself through nursing school while working and also cared for a close family friend who had cancer.  In the last phase of her life, Marge's husband asked me to move in and I provided nursing care up until the time Margie died at age 42. Although very sad, the experience was incredibly sacred and deeply meaningful and I discovered my calling.

I wish I had saved that little letter so that I could look back on it now to read exactly what I wrote. It must have made an impression as the director hired me on the spot and assigned me to the oncology floor on the 3:00-11:00pm shift! I was so excited! I would be going home for the summer to be with my parents in Vermont and help out at the family store. I would return and start this new job in the beginning of September! Oh, what joy!

What was so helpful to me during the time I cared for Margie was reading, “On Death and Dying” by Elizabeth Kubler Ross. I was a novice and her wisdom and guidance were so helpful to me. Although it was a little scary, I believe that is when people need you the most. I realized now that the person who planted that seed of understanding in me early in life was my mother through her loving presence. You see, I fell ill with spinal meningitis at the age of ten. I recall the ambulance coming to our home and a kind man who carried me down the stairs and I was whisked me away to the hospital. I was the in critical care unit and for the first three days it was uncertain if I would make it.

My mom was by my side for hours each day, the room was kept dark, I had to lie flat on my back and I could have a few ice chips only. It was really scary time and I had terrible headaches. I remember my mom saying to me, “I wish I could trade places with you.” What a lesson in compassion!

With gratitude,

Liz Sorensen Wessel
(Above graduation picture)

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