Job Change...Again.

This will be my last week working at the company I am currently employed at. I accepted a position at a cancer center to work as a RN. I am nervous about ANOTHER change. I flipped flopped around so much during the last year wondering where I wanted to work. I first was suppose to work at a women's health clinic. I decided that instead, I would work on an actual labor and delivery unit. However, those 12 hour shifts really were brutal with a husband who is rarely home. I knew that working those 12 hours shifts would be hard, but I needed to give it a try. Then I was going to work a clinic within the hospital and decided, at the last minute, I didn't want to do that either. I was in school getting my bachelor's degree and I was committed to that at the time. I have really enjoyed working in an office environment and learning how an environment like that operates. What I do at the office, is take hand written pieces of paper that truck drivers have filled out, noting the type of sand they hauled and the location from where they loaded to were they unloaded. I put that information into a computer and turn that order into an invoice, which is sent to various companies, so the companies can pay the company for their services. Needless to say, my job has nothing to do with nursing. I am ready to get back into nursing--however, I never thought I would work as an oncology nurse. I wanted to be a labor and delivery nurse, because I related that to happy experiences--after all, you can ask almost any adult with children, when they happiest day of their life was, and they would (I guess most of the time) would say, the day my child or my children were born. Now, I am going to work in an environment where no one wants to be--patient wise. I can't imagine, how scary it must be, to know that you have cancer growing in your body. I do know that I want to be helping people, and I think, I will be.