She never does.
Fellow nursing student and clinical buddy, Marco Javier, shares: “Cherry Mae once stayed with me until 2 AM while I practiced arterial blood gas interpretation. I was about to quit. She didn’t give me a speech—she just opened her notebook and said, ‘We’ll take it one ABG at a time.’” As graduation nears, Cherry Mae Cardosa faces the same question as every senior FEU nursing student: Will I pass the boards? Will I find a hospital that values my humanity over my overtime?
In the hushed, fluorescent-lit corridors of Far Eastern University’s Institute of Nursing, students learn to memorize pharmacology, master IV insertion, and recite the 12 cranial nerves in their sleep. But every so often, the program produces a student who reminds everyone that nursing is not just a science—it is an act of quiet, relentless courage.
That night, she sat on the bench outside the FEU Nursing building and cried. Then she called her mother. “Ma, I don’t know if I’m strong enough.” Her mother’s reply became her mantra: “You don’t have to be strong, anak. You just have to be present.”