It was a nice day in March, and I had gone for a walk as usual. It was a Friday. After I returned, I felt something that was uncomfortable in my left thigh. I thought I had to rub out the area. It was easy to do, and it seemed to feel better. Later, I checked to see, and it was still there and seemed to grow. Checked again after an hour. This was unusual. So, I spoke to someone at the Beulah clinic, and I was able to see the doctor. I had no idea what this was…thought it was something simple to correct. So, after looking at my mystery, it was diagnosed as a large abscess. Surgery took place. Now the daily care at my house was my job and a drive to Hazen every day…the surgical service nurse was the nurse I am nominating.

I got a call from my sister. It was not good—someone died. My sister’s grandson took his life at 25. Needless to say, we were shattered by this news. The real blessing that comes from this time in my story belongs to this nurse. This is the nurse who stood by as we wept. I call it consolation, compassion, and kindness towards others. It was tough to take, but I was not alone. That same hand gripped my hand as the surgeon worked. I was grateful for her presence. Now it’s April and things seem to be going well according to the doctor. It is Thursday and it's soon Easter Sunday. Medications began, and continue at home as well as the short drive to Hazen. This nurse is always there with positive reminders—“hang in there”, “It will get better”. Forever encouraging. Throughout this time, I often called her because I was anxious about something or afraid that I messed up. This nurse was always there to calm or explain. She followed with “if you ever get confused or afraid, just call me.”

April is often called fickle but all was going well. Until we had trouble and April backfired. So now, yet another surgery took place. The surgeon went deeper this time. Now we begin all over again. I came out of the fog to find my nurse nearby. Now it’s May—Saturday and we continue to work daily. There are days that never end. Once again, she is able to cheer me with a joke or a laugh and a “never give up”. Time will tell what comes next…hope, faith, and love for those who provide that hope, faith, and love as they work for others like me, and I am grateful. This woman has a heart that is sincere and compassionate. One who comforts, encourages, and consoles. Behind the mask was a nurse worthy of recognition. Today I was released and will miss many voices and the three months spent at the medical center.