I sat and sobbed uncontrollably, and before my tears saturated the floor, a nurse in shining armor rescued my family from an unseen, relentless, terrifying dragon named COVID-19.
Our hero is Brandi Taylor, a bastion of front-liners who battle the beast every day...for all of us! There we were; a pair of 64-year-olds caring for their 41-year-old adult mentally handicapped daughter. About as high risk as you can get if either of us were to contract the Coronavirus. Our daughter needed an injection, and I didn't want to risk putting her, or my diabetic wife, in harm's way by venturing out of our protective cocoon called home. Instead, I was hoping we could get a nurse to come to us.
Alas, there is no Nurse-Dash service bringing nurses to your front door, but thanks to Brandi there is curbside delivery! Quick to respond and solve our problem and smother our fears, Brandi called the office manager of UVA's Women's Services to recruit a nurse to come out to the parking lot, walk over to our car, and gently administer the injection my daughter needed! Curbside service — gloves and mask included!
Praise to Brandi for enriching our lives with her compassionate, caring, loving heart, especially for those with special needs! She is a champion! Blessings to the entire staff of Culpeper Hospital!
When this curve resembles a pancake, when social interaction is no longer distant, and when the dragon has been slain, this town — all of us — needs to stand up and salute our priceless warriors in the Culpeper Hospital! Even better: set aside a day. Declare it Culpeper Hospital Day. And flood that building, bring coffee, donuts, cards, letters, flowers...and, our tears of thanks.