As we pass Florence’s birthday and journey farther into Nurses’ Week 2012, it gives me the occasion to pause and reflect on my career and some of the people and events that influenced me along the way. I thought I would take the opportunity this week to share just a few of these.
My first conscious memory of wanting to be a nurse dates back to when I was 9 years old. My dad was sick fairly often when I was growing up, and that particular time I remember being in the waiting room of Lenox Hill Hospital in New York City with my mom. My dad had been diagnosed with what I’m assuming was a third degree heart block, and had a pacemaker implanted. Back then, patients were in the hospital much longer than they are now, and I remember him being in there for several days that time. When I finally got to see him, his normally clean-shaven face was riddled with a several-day growth of beard. This wasn’t my dad! [Read more...]



