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😢 I AM A NURSE FROM THE PHILIPPINES… BUT IN THE UK I CLEAN FLOORS IN A CARE HOME 😭→❤️ The hardest part is looking in the mirror and no longer recognizing yourself. My name is Jessa Mae Santos. I am 35 years old, from Cebu, Philippines. Three years ago, I came to London 🇬🇧 through the Health and Care Worker Visa as a nurse (BSN, 5 years of hospital experience in the Philippines). I thought: “My qualifications will be recognized here. I’ll work in a hospital. My son will get a good education. My family will be proud of me.” I left my husband and my son Miguel (he was 7 years old). At the airport, he hugged me and said: “Mom, you’ll become a nurse in the UK, just like you promised?” I answered: “Yes, anak. Mommy will come back and bring you with her.” I arrived with a diploma, hope, and a plan. Reality was harsh. The NMC registration process takes years: OET/IELTS language test, OSCE exam, adaptation program — all of it costs thousands of pounds and takes 1–3 years. While waiting, you still have to survive. I work as an HCA (Healthcare Assistant) at Guy's Hospital. Elderly care. Feeding. Cleaning rooms, bathrooms, and floors. 10–12 hour shifts, often double shifts. Pay: £11–14 GBP/hour, about 1,800–2,200 GBP net per month after taxes and National Insurance. Room rent: 700–900 GBP. Food. Transportation. Sending money home. What’s left: 300–500 GBP. Every month I sent 600–800 GBP to my husband and mother — for Miguel’s school, food, and household expenses. For myself — almost nothing. Miguel started school in the Philippines. He calls me on video and says: “Mom, today I drew you in a white uniform, like a nurse. When will you work in a hospital?” I smile into the camera and say: “Soon, anak. Mommy is studying and working.” Then I end the call and cry in my rented room — because I clean floors and bathrooms instead of treating patients, even though I studied for 4 years. He asks: “Mom, why do you always look t
