I got called out Friday night to sit vigilance with a patient in their home. Whenever I sit vigilance I ask myself (when it's all over) if I made a difference, and whilst the answer is always "yes", sometimes the difference is small or minor.
This time, though, the difference was clear. It wasn't minor and it wasn't small, it was huge. Had I not been there Friday night and all day Saturday, things would have gone in a totally different direction. This time the answer was "YES!!!".
This weekend I learned that I really AM good at what I do. I have an aptitude for this hospice work and I'm good at it. I helped my patient die with dignity and with peace, surrounded by people who love him, and I KNOW that I made a difference.
As strange as it may sound, I love this job.
This is what I'm meant to do.