I am back in school. At more than 50 years of age, I am in a University program to obtain my Bachelors degree in Nursing. I have been a Registered Nurse for 12 years, but my position as Administrative Supervisor sort of requires this.
It is amazing the job opportunities that opened up once I could declare that I was in school for my degree completion. I could teach CNA’s, I could become the Infection Prevention and/or Employee Health nurse. If I have to, I can go anywhere, in any state. Some states do not hire any nurse with less than a BSN, did you know that?
This semester, we continue with Anatomy and Physiology, all of it through the spectrum of life, from cradle to grave. We learn about Genetics and the ethical questions that come from that. And, we learn about Community Nursing.
For one project, I talked about the incredibly high rates of suicide in the Native populations. On the reservation tribes, the young male risk for suicide is 36%. The loss of talent is incredible. What has the tribe lost in the possible genius which is now snuffed out? The grief that starts, and grows as — one by one — yet another young member dies of his or her own hand. That grief intensifies until yet another one cannot handle it any longer and stops the pain … permanently.
I also learned that drug cartels target this population for methamphetamine distribution. Talk about “Breaking Bad!”
Stanhope, M., & Lancaster, J. (2012). Public Health Nursing; Population-Centered Health Care in the Community (8th ed.). Maryland Heights, Missouri: Elsevier.
My heart aches for them, but I am not a tribal member, therefore I will not be trusted. I don’t know what I can do that experts have not been able to.