A day’s work is doing the compassionate things on a Covid Unit - even during a pandemic - if I succumb to the fear and dread - so will my patients.
My job is to be a surrogate family member. Everyday, to feel the despair and the hope - to go all the way with them. From trimming fingernails inspire of hospital policy to providing a sweet treat that’s it on their official diet - as their quasi-son or brother or friend - what would I NOT do to ensure they didn’t suffer needlessly or simply live in dread for weeks on end in the hospital?
I hold the iPad for video chats about intimate things like forgiveness for wrongs done many years ago. I am witness to the confessions and the tears. My job requires entering sacred ground. I weep with Native families that include me like one of their own. My life is my work.