Care

During the three days that Kim was in the hospital on life support, I’d walk by her bed and squeeze her foot and say, “Hi Kimmy, it’s Daniel.”

As people would walk into the room, I’d walk up to her side. I’d rub my fingers down her right arm and say, “Hi Kimmy, your brother Tommy is here.”

Through it all, her mom sat on her left side in a chair as people came and went.

Her left side was the tougher side to sit on. That was the side that showed the biggest effects of the accident. The left side of her head had been shaved. Much of the left side of her brain had been removed on impact and more of it had been removed in surgery.

The first night it was covered in a towel as the nursing staff tried to make it easier on us to be there with her. By the next day there was little visible blood.

While people visited I would move to the foot of the bed and touch her foot trying to stimulate her somehow. Trying to bring her back.

The visitors were wonderful.

They talked of fun times they’d had together.

They looked at Kim and talked to her as if they couldn’t see the respirator.

They talked to her like we were out somewhere together for fun.

Her aunt loaded a picture of Kim and Maggie from the week before onto her iPad and put it near the foot of Kim’s bed. She wanted the staff to see Kim as the vibrant, smiling, fun-loving person she’d been before the semi hit her – and not as an anonymous patient on a respirator.

It worked.

The staff was wonderful.

They felt who Kim was through all of us.

They comforted us when she was being kept alive and wept when she was no longer with us.

The trauma doctor and the nurses in the ICU at Metro were just wonderful.

Kim had been in the health care profession.I’d never really thought about that word “care” in that context.

I’d guessed these people care for their patients health as in they take care of them.

But they also care for their patients and their families and friends as people.

I don’t know how they do it. Day after day. Night after night.

I am so thankful that they do.

I am thankful for the care and for caring.

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