I do not really appreciate knowing some of the things that I have known. I worked with a fabulous nurse years ago--I was in the breakroom trying to grab a bite to eat and she came through on the way to restroom. When she came out, I asked out of the blue
when her next appt was for a physical--she looked at me oddly--well, I had to re-schedule for next month. Why" I said I was just
wondering. But I wasn't. I knew she had cancer. I dont know how I knew this. She was healthy, energetic, non-stop go type
of person--but it is like I saw beyone the skin. It was spooky.
I was leaving that hospital for another. I wanted someone to keep
an eye on her and see that she kept the next appt. So I told one other person. And one month later I got a phone call from her.
The nurse had went for her physical--they ran some blood tests--
results were not good. They did an exploratory--and closed her up.
She was eat up with cancer. She had a daughter 14 yrs. old--how did I know this thing. I do not not know. THe nurse found out and
called me and asked why I did not say anything. What was I supposed to say. It would not have made any difference; I knew that. She tried to get me to tell her if she was going to die soon.
I knew, but could not tell her. She died within about 6 months.
I still see her in mind as a vibrant alive person--that is how I will always see her.
kate
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