Reflecting: Que Sera Sera

Reflecting: Que Sera Sera

Que sera sera (Photo by Anna Shvets on

I met many of my former students on the social media. A lot of reflections in our chats, as we reminisced the past years. I usually have to make the first move to connect to them whenever I see their pictures appearing on my site. Many are mothers of teenaged children!


“…ah, I remember you. You were so timid those days! Now you are teaching the other nurses! Excellent!’


“… You own two renal dialysis centers? So enterprising!”


“.. you are a CEO of a cancer hospital! I remember you used to be the top few most of the time!”


“you are a full-time house wife and mother? But you used to be very good in your studies!”

So, how are you? Your kids are so big already! How time flies!”


After some time on the chat, one of them said, “… remember the songs you used to make us sing to improve our English? The song…

Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be…”



We know what we are, but know not what we may be.- William Shakespeare

My first night duty as a nurse

My first night duty as a nurse

One of the questions asked by an interviewer, a FMM nun was, ” … nurses have to do night duty. Do you think you can do it?”

Night (Photo by Rok Romih on

Before my first night duty,

my sister gave me a ‘talisman‘.

“put inside your pocket,

but don’t go under

any clothes lines!


My seniors told me

timely ghost stories, including

a patient on hip-spica

who crawled all the way

to the nurses counter;

never forget to this day.


We even went to mortuary.

” … remember feet first.

Otherwise the head

will remember and

follow you back!”


There are three lights;

one on each shoulder,

and one on the forehead.

“Don’t look left or

right over your shoulder!”

They will be wiped off,…wisp!”

Comb your bangs up!

Keep your forehead clear!


The ward was so busy.

We had no time to

think about the hip-spica man,

or those lights!

I had been fortunate

to be able to sleep well

during the day- time.


Happy night duties!


To let a daughter/son be a nurse

To let a daughter/son be a nurse

To be a nurse ? (Photo by Sam Lion on

Once, nursing was

synonymous with women.

But not anymore

Today there are male

as well as female nurses.


Once, they used

to wear caps.

But not anymore.

They used to say even ghosts

would make way for the cap

along hospital corridors at nights.


Once, they said

“are you letting your girl

go dress rotten (diabetic) leg sores”?

Not knowing, there are even bigger wounds to care for.


Today, parents may ask,

“are you letting your girl/ boy

be a nurse; a noble profession…

but, knowing the risks of COVID-19?”


It is a privilege to be a nurse!

It is a privilege to be a nurse!

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Prayer of appreciation (Photo by Arina Krasnikova on

A welcoming speech by a chief nursing officer at a hospital in Perth concluded about the privilege of being a nurse!

I was there to learn about stoma and wound care. Being a pioneer then back home, I got many referral cases to see. Lack of appropriate wound and stoma products then, could be challenging.

It was 1100H at night, two hours past my working hours. I finished my shift. Another ward was calling. I went to see this frail Indian lady.

There was a heapful of absorbent cotton gamgees on the trolley. And a lined basket for the used ones to be thrown into. “… When she eats papaya, the next minute papaya comes out through her gaping abdominal (dehisced) wound! So much fluids coming out of her wound all the time… soaking through constantly!” Her distressed daughter explained.

I did a pouching system to contain the fluid to a drainage bag. Her daughter, also a nurse, watched.

I went home late that night.

At 2.oopm the next day, that lady, on a wheelchair, was waiting at the entrance of my ward. Her daughter who was with her said, ” my mother’s condition is terminal. She wants to die at home with her family and grandchildren around her. The doctor had discharged her this morning. But she wanted to say goodbye to you first…”

With that, her mother raised both her hands, palms together, to her forehead.

A few days later, her daughter called to inform that she had passed on.


Three decades on, the country has better commercialized products and more trained nurses to deal with complex wounds, compared to those days.

Many professions like healthcare staff and teaching faculties, have opportunities to serve mankind, and to perform it well.

As I always reminded my students, it is indeed, a privilege to be a nurse! To have an opportunity to serve mankind!



My small acts of compassion matter to the world. – Mantras for Challenging Times

When A Nurse Looks For A Nanny

When A Nurse Looks For A Nanny

My nurse friends and I had our fair share of rejections when looking for a babysitter in the city.

“When you go to do night shifts, who will look after your baby? Me?”

“No way! The last nurse I worked for was a ‘sterility freak’! I had to boil the milk bottles. I must pick up the bottles and teats with chopsticks… cannot touch the milk bottle teat with my bare hands!… You find someone else!”*************************************



“The nurse is temporarily the consciousness of the unconscious, the love of life of the suicidal, the leg of the amputee, the eyes of the newly blind, a means of locomotion for the newborn, knowledge and confidence for the young mother, a voice for those too weak to speak, and so on.”–Virginia Henderson, RN