I'm a CNA, a caregiver.can be hard and it isn't the most glamorous job but it's worth it. I wouldn't change getting to be a CNA for the world, and here's why:
It's worth it.
Getting peed on, pooped on, yelled at, punched.
The lifting, rolling, feeding, and wiping.
The mental, physical, and emotional labor.
It's worth it.
When your nonverbal resident smiles when you talk to them.
When they ask you to never leave.
When they laugh even though they're in pain.
It's worth it.
When they haven't eaten in days but eat because of you.
When with their dementia ridden mind they whisper I love you.
When they hug you and don't let go.
It's worth it.
When they kiss your hand every time you change them.
When they ask for you and no one else.
When they tell the same stories over and over.
It's worth it.
The heartache you feel at their passing.
The honor of caring for them in their last hours.
The overwhelming love you feel for them.
It's worth it.
The blood, sweat, bile, and fluids.
The demands, the sights, the smells, and the stress.
Their smiles, their laughs, their happiness.
It's worth it.
