The Day I Got Into Nursing School Was the Worst Day of My Life

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As everyone knows, nursing school is hard. For me, it was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

I envy every single one of you who has posted about the strengths and the struggles that you’ve endured throughout the journey to becoming a nurse, as I wanted to quit on multiple occasions.

I’m hoping that someone — even if it’s just one person — will read my story about being accepted into nursing school and will get the push they need to keep going too.

The Long Road to Nursing School

Courtney Whyte

I was an ER tech at a local community hospital when I was first accepted into a nursing school. How exciting! Weeks after starting, the school lost its accreditation. I then decided to find another school that would accept me quickly because I knew I wanted to continue.

Bay State College in Massachusetts was right down the road, so I applied, and to my surprise, I didn’t get in because I didn’t meet the requirements of the TEAS (Test of Essential Academic Skills). This delayed my acceptance to nursing school by a whole year.

I was devastated but knew what I had to do. In the mean time, Bay State accepted me into the health science program in September of 2017, and I began working on prerequisites. I also took the TEAS not once, but twice to ensure I would get accepted.

When I called my parents to tell them I was accepted into Bay State’s rigorous nursing program for the fall 2019 semester, they had bigger news to share with me.

My younger brother, Robert, who was currently going to physical therapy for what we thought was back pain, was diagnosed with a stage 4 Ewing Sarcoma. A tumor the size of a golf ball was wrapped around his spinal cord.

I made the decision to defer my acceptance into the nursing program until the following September. I knew that because I was the only somewhat medical professional in my family, I had to step up and become involved in my brother’s care. I had no idea what to expect, and I was terrified to say the least.

Robert’s cancer was in remission by August of the following year, and I was sure my nursing career would finally begin! I began going to classes on campus and fell in love with the SIM lab.

But weeks after my first semester, we discovered that Robert’s cancer had returned and spread. I chose to continue on with school and perform a balancing act – juggling multiple roles. Between working, going to school, and being my brother’s caretaker, most of my studying was done on public transportation and in the family waiting rooms of Massachusetts General Hospital. Yet, I was somehow, someway, passing all of my classes.

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