Registered nurse for 20 years, worked in psychiatry and chemical dependency (addictions) for 17 years, then oncology (cancer nursing) for the last three.
For the first few years I hated being a nurse. I am a type "B" personality, I am not a perfectionist, I am not naturally organized. Psychiatry was especially hard because I am an armchair "student" of the old school psychologies (psychodynamic psychology, neo-Jungian type stuff, self psychology) and have used the newer stuff (cognitive/behavioral especially) in my own therapy and later, on myself.
Modern psychiatry is 99% neurochemistry and medication administration. The only "therapy" given is a structured milieu where staff will prevent you from hurting yourself or others or destroying property while your Zyprexa kicks in. Admittedly, we took health histories that include traumatic experiences, family history, but when the rubber hit the road, it was biochemical therapy all the way. Private clinics may still provide more wholistic therapies, but not the major metropolitan hospitals I worked in.
I did enjoy and find a lot of meaning in working with addicted persons. It was great to admit a heroin addict for treatment -- abscesses and open sores, skinny, pale and completely strung out, and after about six weeks of intense REAL therapy, food, and getting them through the withdrawls (vomiting, diarrhea, extreme pain, horrendous anxiety and depression), you'd turn loose a person who looking NOTHING like the pre-zombie that was shoved through the front door. The relapse rate after a year is about 39% where I worked and a LOT lower at five years, but we did some real work there, and even if they did relapse, we did our best to RUIN whatever pleasure to be had from the heroin. You can try, but you can't unlearn or unexperience the freedom of life from the slavery of addiction.
Then, oncology . . . I didn't know if I'd be "able" to handle it, but it turns out that it the most positive and uplifting jobs I've had. And, my patients die all the time, I get to know them at diagnosis, give them the chemo, care for them during the infections and complications of the chemo, and if they do not go into remission, I take care of them while they get palliative care and then while they die. Sounds horrible, but . . . it's not. I DO get very emotionally exhausted, and it's wise to take vacations from work and to manage how involved I get emotionally, which is easier sometimes than others. For every five new nurses we hire, one stays on, sometimes none. I am not religious and have no specific beliefs about "life after death". Sometimes, is thew worst place in the world to work, but those times are thankfully rare.
I'm still a nurse because I have gotten very good at it :D, at least the "routine" and paradigm of nursing. I've learned to be very organized, type "A" when it is necessary, and since I don't freak out or panic hardly ever, I end up in leadership positions. I enjoy "taking care" of the nurses who take care of the patient.
So, my "work" in this life has been to be a "supporter". Not a healer, per se, I deliver the goods and keep a close eye on the process, know when to report, can walk in a room and know from a single look if the patient is going "bad". I participate in the healing, help deliver it, but I seem to have been cut out for the supportive role in life.
I'm the kind of person people open up to, and enjoy participating in domestic abuse support forums four and a half years since I ended my abusive marriage. I have a small hobby farm, and when I'm very bad, I cruise Craigslist for people who want to sell or give away ducks, chickens or geese to someone who won't eat them. I lost count of how many I have, probably somewhere near 30, on a five acre swamp particularly suited for waterfowl and pigs (I have four of those too).
So, I think my work is to "take care of _________ " in this life.