Bryan
Warne
April 2013
Bryan
Warne
,
RN, BSN
Med/Surg Float Pool
Saint Luke's Hospital
Kansas City
,
MO
United States
Bryan Warne was nominated for the DAISY Award by a former patient of his. In the nomination she wrote,
"I was admitted to St. Luke's for a kidney infection. Being a patient here for over 15 years, I knew the drill. Go to the Emergency Room, get admitted, and spend a few days on the 9th floor. As always I was met on the 9th floor with smiles, how ya been, and what's new. The next morning I spoke with the interns and the doctors. The day was kind of rough, test after test, and me just wanting to rest and get better. But as I said I've been coming here for a while so as I got better the test and everything going on would soon come to an end and I could then rest. The last test of the day was a CT scan of my abdomen.
Not only did I have the infection on my mind I hadn't been feeling well there for a while and planned on speaking with the Dr. in the morning about my concerns. At shift change I was introduced to Bryan. We talked each time he came in and I explained some of my past with him in which he listened intently. I also told him that my sister had passed with cancer and that was the biggest fear in my life. He assured me everything could be looked at and not worry. The next morning the intern came in and I asked him about the results, he said he hadn't really gone over it and he would speak to me about it during rounds. My worst fears began to go into over drive. All I could think was what if, what if, what if.
I began to cry as I always do because as a transplant patient you just never know what to expect. Bryan appeared and asked me if I was ok and I had a dream about having cancer and that not knowing answers to my questions was eating at me. He came over, stood next to me, listened, answered my questions. At the end of our conversation he saw my cross laying on the table. He said, Is this yours?' I replied yes and he told me how neat he thought it was. Then he asked me if he could pray for me. I told him yes. As I sat in the bed with my head down and him in silent prayer I said a little one myself. I then thanked him, gave him a hug and thanked him again.
I thought to myself what a great employee St. Luke's has in this gentleman. He took care of me with the highest regards to my fears, my thoughts, and my care while I was here. Thank you Bryan, keep up the good work!"
"I was admitted to St. Luke's for a kidney infection. Being a patient here for over 15 years, I knew the drill. Go to the Emergency Room, get admitted, and spend a few days on the 9th floor. As always I was met on the 9th floor with smiles, how ya been, and what's new. The next morning I spoke with the interns and the doctors. The day was kind of rough, test after test, and me just wanting to rest and get better. But as I said I've been coming here for a while so as I got better the test and everything going on would soon come to an end and I could then rest. The last test of the day was a CT scan of my abdomen.
Not only did I have the infection on my mind I hadn't been feeling well there for a while and planned on speaking with the Dr. in the morning about my concerns. At shift change I was introduced to Bryan. We talked each time he came in and I explained some of my past with him in which he listened intently. I also told him that my sister had passed with cancer and that was the biggest fear in my life. He assured me everything could be looked at and not worry. The next morning the intern came in and I asked him about the results, he said he hadn't really gone over it and he would speak to me about it during rounds. My worst fears began to go into over drive. All I could think was what if, what if, what if.
I began to cry as I always do because as a transplant patient you just never know what to expect. Bryan appeared and asked me if I was ok and I had a dream about having cancer and that not knowing answers to my questions was eating at me. He came over, stood next to me, listened, answered my questions. At the end of our conversation he saw my cross laying on the table. He said, Is this yours?' I replied yes and he told me how neat he thought it was. Then he asked me if he could pray for me. I told him yes. As I sat in the bed with my head down and him in silent prayer I said a little one myself. I then thanked him, gave him a hug and thanked him again.
I thought to myself what a great employee St. Luke's has in this gentleman. He took care of me with the highest regards to my fears, my thoughts, and my care while I was here. Thank you Bryan, keep up the good work!"