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I became an LNA by Tabitha Chatfield

I became an LNA for several reasons; I was interfused to the field when my mom was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer doc's gave her 6 months and she made it 2 and 1/2 years she was home I was grateful I gave her a foot rub every night. couple years later fiend of the family fell and broke her hip I stayed with her for couple months the son came on weekends and the daughter would come for an hour once a week I helped with ADL's for her. The Son wanted to move her closer to him so she ended up in a Nursing Home. A few years later my uncle who was paralyzed for 40 years was in a Nursing Home and when he passed he had chronic Pneumonia and bed course. We when to see him every Sunday after church I felt so bad he had suffered. For some people, working on their car makes them happy, for others, it is the love of animals they form and become vets or do a job just because. I Love to help people always have. I was told be a wise person if you do what you Love it's not work. People p

Why I love my job by Sherry Lowell

The reasons I became an LNA/Caregiver, is because I felt the need to give back and felt there's a need for people that can no longer do for themselves; or family members are exhausted from the care they have given to a loved one. I feel with our veterans and the elderly, there is a need that I feel is tremendous and my chance to give back for the freedom they have given us. I initially became a licensed nurse's assistant because of my daughter's passing. I wanted to show the compassionate side while grieving for my daughter. I now feel it's my pleasure and devote love for the work I do. Each person I care for or do something for is more my friends than clients. I feel that since coming to TLC I have improved on many things. TLC is a compassionate company and shows us as LNA's or caregivers that we are appreciated and we then show our caring and love for the company. While working for TLC it's easy to fulfill my calling. I've been doing this work fo

Why I chose nursing and how I found TLC. By: Terry DeYoung

I was about 8 years old when I first met Florence Nightingale. Well, it wasn't "THE Florence Nightingale" but I thought for sure she was. The doorbell rang and I ran to the door. A woman wearing a white nurses cap, a long blue flowing cape appeared. The red silk lining shimmered as she glided into the dining room. She whisked the cape off with such a presence, now the white uniform with buttons down the front, white stockings and shoes were visible. I had read about Florence Nightingale so I knew this was special. My great-grandmother had a stroke and was "bedridden". We were grieving for Rosanna and the new reality of how her life would now be. I don't remember her name but the legacy of caring this nurse exhibited left an indelible impression on me. As years passed my grandmother became ill and again a nurse arrived. I watched and took in all that she did. After each visit, I noticed a difference where a certain peace replaced the palpable fear.

My Journey To Nursing by Kim Bechard, RN

Nursing has always been a part of who I am. When I was very young, several of my aunts worked in nursing and I always had a deep admiration for them. In high school, I began taking health occupation classes and knew from that moment on, that I wanted to become a nurse. After high school, I began attending a community college, working on my nursing degree. Due to a lengthy waiting list for the RN program, I decided to apply for the LPN program. I was accepted and graduated a year later. While studying for my boards, I worked as a CNA in a nursing home. After working as an LPN for approximately fifteen years, I finally graduated with my BSN degree. I have always felt the need to care for others. My mother passed away when I was a baby and I lived with my grandmother thereafter and cared for her during her final moments when I was only thirteen years old. I have now worked as a nurse for almost twenty years and I really don’t know if I could do anything else. Being a part of TLC gives m

Why I Became a Caregiver By: Brenda Liker

Like most young people, I daydreamed about all the things I wanted to do when I grew up. I daydreamed about being a fireman, a policeman, and a preacher. I also daydreamed about unrealistic things, like being a cowhand on a ranch and living on the USS Enterprise. My biggest interest was always in helping my fellow man. Over the years I have helped people of all ages. I have used sign language and braille to assist people, and most importantly made sure that I was there for them if they needed anything. I have helped people do the things that they could not do for themselves. When people appreciate the work I do, this joyful feeling wells up inside of me. When I get this feeling I know that my Heavenly Father and Jesus, my Lord, and Savior, are pleased with my work. As life would have it, I couldn't handle the life of a fireman or a policeman. Then I found out I needed four years of college before I could go to college to be a preacher. In my early 20's, being a cowhand was u

Why did I become a caregiver? By: Kelly Mclaughlin

I’d like to tell you that it was or is my calling, but the truth is it was the job that was available the quickest for me. What I've received from working in this field is not easily replaceable with most other jobs. I've had the honor of being in people’s homes, in their personal space. I've often thought how difficult this must be. I've put myself in their shoes and wondered what it must be like to have strangers come into your home, touching your things - being in your personal space. When you realize how small many of their worlds have become, some losing the ability to drive, walk, come and go as they once did, you realize how important it is to appreciate the here and now, because one day we all will be, in one way or another, walking down the same path. They give me the ability to always see my cup as half full, no matter what I may have going on. I don't know that this is "my calling". What I know is that I somehow landed here 3 years ago, and w

My Story to becoming a Caregiver by Yenda’Me Malia, LNA

I grew up in Claremont, New Hampshire with my mother, father, and older brother, Tony. All of us were healthy, except for Mum, she was always sick. I cannot remember a time in my childhood, or my adulthood when she did not have something wrong with her. She had Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, ovarian cancer, and diabetes, to name a few. She fought hard to be well, and, with the exception of all her life-threatening illnesses, she was able to lead a somewhat normal life. There were, however, a lot of trips to Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center, a lot of check-ups with her general practitioner and a lot of treatments; some common, some experimental, some that could kill her. As a young child in elementary and middle school, I worried about my mother all the time. There were many days I envisioned coming home from school to find her deceased, and it terrified me. When I knew she was having a particularly bad day, I would do extra chores to help her out, so she could rest. I knew, from that young age

Why I became a Caregiver by Christine Davis

When I think back to my childhood, I remember spending many weekends with my maternal grandparents. They were kind – especially my grandmother, a small elderly woman in her seventies when I was in my pre-teen years. She was very good to people, especially those who were widowed, or without family near them. We would always take a meal and baked goods to those who she felt needed it. One of their friends lived in a big old farmhouse without electricity or running water. The road was similar to a path and we had to park the jeep and walk carrying the goodies to her doorstep. She lived by herself (her husband had passed away), and she had animals and a garden. She heated up the meal we brought on a wood cook stove and had oil lamps all over her house for light. I remember the look on her face and how appreciative she was to have visitors and the extra food. I believe this is when I realized it was rewarding to do for others – to care. I have always smiled at people I meet, held the door

Why I became a Caregiver by: Anna Baker

Gandhi once said, “We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change.” The dogma that Gandhi put forth that what is seen in the world is a somewhat loose reflection of what is seen in ourselves is such a profound idea; it has ignited a desire to not only discover what it is I can do to help the world, but also to recognize and improve what is already happening. By being the change I want to see, I can help turn the sadness, loneliness, and hopelessness, that is too often found throughout our world, into love, understanding, hope, and friendship. As this quote has empowered me, I plan to empower those around me through my dedication and passion for helping and caring for others. Though there are a plethora of ways in which a person can show they care for others, I have chosen to care for others as a Licensed Nursing Assistant. For as long as I c