Nurse Case Manager I called Mr. G. to introduce myself as his case manager from the veteran's clinic. He had returned to assisted living after his recent stay in the nursing home, so I asked him how he felt. "I wish I was still in the nursing home. They were so nice to me there.… Continue reading Prayer for Our Veterans
Saturday, January 16, 1971 - USA I gazed out the window of our small stone home in the country and saw the postman drive away. "I'll get the mail, Mom." I put on my winter coat, hat, and mittens to brave the bitter cold. I ran down the gravel driveway, scooped the letters from the… Continue reading Life Changing Letter
Hospice Visiting Nurse - February, New England, USA This morning, the thermometer on my deck read a bone-chilling -5 degrees Fahrenheit. I wished I could stay home today, but my patients needed me. I pressed the remote car starter on my key ring to melt the thick ice off my windshield and warm the car.… Continue reading Do Nurses Cry?
Saturday Evening The Sheriff stopped his car at the hospital entrance and two cowgirls stepped out with Pocahontas in tow. They entered the lobby, and Pocahontas raised her palm straight up to some lady visitors and said "How". The visitors laughed and said, "Our hearts are heavy because our father just died. Thank you for… Continue reading Laughter is Good Medicine!
Home Care Nurse Practitioner - November 1, 2011 Over the weekend twenty inches of heavy wet snow fell in a matter of hours taking down many leaf-covered trees. Nearly a million people lost power including my home and the Veteran's clinic where I worked. Monday morning I put on my down coat, winter boots, and… Continue reading Freak October Snow Storm
Psychiatric Hospital, Tuesday, September 11, 2001 - New England I walked across the campus of the psychiatric hospital where I was working as a Nurse Practitioner to make morning rounds. It was my first day back from a week of vacation and I wondered if the workload would be extra heavy today. After visiting my… Continue reading Never Forget – September 11, 2001
The Saxophone. Fourth grade–1966 The elementary school announced that anyone who wanted to learn how to play a musical instrument come to an evening with their parents to learn about the different instruments. I asked Mom and Dad if we could go. Neither of my parents ever played an instrument since they grew up during… Continue reading The Saxophone