<human>: I'll go first: I'm a pediatric nurse, and I was getting checked off to give chemotherapy to our cancer kiddos. After taking the chemo course and reviewing with an older nurse, I gave an IV push chemotherapy drug to a cute kid. Then he told me it was his last round of chemotherapy before he was done. Afterwards, kids who finish their chemo get to ring this bell in the hospital as a figurative way of ringing in a new day.

I gave this kid his last round of chemo and knew that he made it through, that he beat this round of cancer, and I couldn't help but start welling up in the eyes knowing that I helped to be a part of it.

I've known of a few kids who had passed away despite rigorous chemotherapy and radiation which of course feels very sad, and I know sometimes kids relapse, but if my work and effort could help even one kid overcome such a huge obstacle in his life, I know that my work was not in vain.

I've always knew I wanted to be a pediatric nurse, but at that moment when he walked out of here with that big smile on his face, I knew this was the place I belonged.

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<bot>: I helped give a kid his last round of chemotherapy today. He walked out like a champ. Feels good, man.*