It must have been the nuts. Usually my memory is not that clear… or perhaps I worked more than my share of Friday’s hence the clear look back. Whatever it was I remember and today I paid it forward 40 years later.
Now Mabel’s husband is long since gone and perhaps the Laura Secord store they owned on Burrard doesn’t even exist. But every Friday for months he showed up with two trays of treats; one for day staff and one for night staff. His way of thanking us for looking after his wife.
Oh and Mabel was a handful indeed. I chased her down Burrard Street once. She was wearing nothing but a hospital gown and it was flapping in the breeze. A nursing friend remembers her taking a taxi home; head surgery bandages and hospital gown were what she wore that day. Oh she was a challenge.
She was my first, but obviously not last, code as a full fledged nurse. She was standing outside the nursing station and then she wasn’t. But this time she had not hit the stairs to escape but rather she collapsed. I called the code and started CPR. We were not successful. She was my first trip to the old morgue at St. Paul’s in Vancouver. Mr. R. gave us one last set of goodies on the day of her funeral. I was working nights and my partner didn’t eat cashews. I ate them all and was so gut sick @ 0400. It took me decades to get past that rich nut taste of cashews.
Today, on the Friday of a long weekend I made a phone call and spent some “spare change”. I am having the local Coop grocery store put together a tray for the health care workers in the facility where my mom now resides. It will, I hope, let the staff know that they are appreciated. Especially in this climate where anti mask anti vaccine protects are happening outside of hospitals across the country. Covid has been hard on all health care providers and it seems that the world has quit banging pots and pans. This is my applause for them seems I live too far away to make my noise heard at shift change.
So why this shameless self promotion that I did something nice? Well really it’s not about me. It’s that we all leave a legacy behind us after we go. Our choices and actions can outlive ourselves. My heart tells me my answer. Do you know how you want to be remembered?