Yesterday I went to Methodist West Hospital (where Gordo
used to go) to see one of our patients who is also a special friend of our family.
“Tis the season” … so
I bought one of those silly reindeer headbands, picked up a poinsettia for my
friend and filled my work bag with candy canes. Yes … I have no shame!
I took the elevator to the 6th floor … holding my
head (with antlers) high … hoping that my emotions would not get the better of
me … as this was the floor dad ALWAYs went to and where he passed away two
months ago.
Luckily my friend’s room was right next to the nurse’s
station ... so I went directly in. We chatted for about 30 minutes. She started
getting tired, so her nurse and I helped get my 80 ish years old friend and her
healing hip back into bed.
I passed back by the nurses’ station … handed them all candy
canes and thanked them for the job that they do. Then it occurred to me ... to (personally) thank them for caring for my dad over the past few years. Then one of the
nurses said … “We thought you were Mr. Cave’s daughter. So sorry for your loss.”
WOW! They actually remembered!
Feeling rather warm and grateful in my heart … I decided to
stop at the ER on my way out and thank them as well.
Got nothing but smiles as I walked through the halls … then
I had to chuckle … remembering … that it was due to the crazy headband on my
head.
I reached the ER nursing station. One of the nurses looked
up and said … “You are one of Mr. Cave’s daughters … right? He wore those
baseball caps and loved Lady Gaga.” I
was stunned … told her that he had passed, but wanted to thank her and all the
others who took such great care of him. Explained my new career in home
healthcare … handed her some candy canes and was about to leave … until she
asked me to wait. She picked up the phone and told the person on the other line
to come to the desk … Mr. Cave’s daughter has something to tell you.
The next thing I knew … I was surrounded by several nurses who
shared Gordo stories and gave their condolences.
My eyes began welling up with tears … so I told them that I
had to go. As I turned around to leave … one of them said … “Cora … I do believe
you found your calling”.
I think that perhaps she’s right. We’ll see.
“Faith is taking the first step even when you
don't see the whole staircase.”
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