Sunday, December 7, 2008

Thinking of Flyboy

I don't think I've ever resurrected a  post but for today, I will.  This one, from early August, is for Flyboy:

I belong to a group of nurses who knit on Ravelry. There is a question on that group that asks "what's the coolest work gift you've received?" It's really a question of what is the best gift an employer has given but I interpret that question a bit differently.

When I'm treating an older patient, I ask many questions that aren't medical in the least. I want to know what they did when they were young. I'll ask what they did for a living. I'll ask if they served in the war. I'll ask about their families. People want to talk and work their lives out. Often, the end is approaching and they're questioning their value on earth; asking these questions allows them to talk about it and work things through. I do hang around for the answers. It helps that I'm truly interested and incredibly nosy. I can't help it, people fascinate me.

I had one such patient in end stage heart failure about four years ago. He was so sick and although I don't know what happened to him, I'm quite certain he isn't with us anymore. His heart failure was so severe, I don't see how he would have lived more than six months from the time I met him. I'd been pulled to another unit for the day. One where people aren't on life support and therefore, they're able to talk. I asked my patient if he'd served in WWII and his face lit up. My patient had been a flyboy in the war and had served in the Pacific theater. I'd just read James Bradley's newly released book, Flyboys: A True Story of Courage. Although the book didn't make me an expert, I knew a bit about these men and their service. My patient was thrilled to talk about his life as a flyboy. He was proud of this time he'd given to his country. We spent a long time talking.

A few weeks later, I received a package at work. It was from my Flyboy. There was a letter that was quite lengthy in which he thanked me for taking such good care of him. There was a video copy of a documentary about flyboys and he was featured in the documentary. What an amazing life this man had lead! He included a photo of himself, his fellow servicemen and a plane. They were so handsome in that picture.

I think about this man every once in awhile. On occasion, I come across the package he sent to me. He was a gift that was sent my way by my employer. I don't need anything extra for doing my job. Placing me in the right place, at the right time, is gift enough.


flydragon said...

What a perfect post for today.

Winifred said...

What a lovely story.

You must have been a gift to him too. So many nurses don't seem to have such an interest in their patients. He obviously recognised your qualities!

Rudee said...

It is perfect for today flydragon. He was a pretty interesting person Winifred. We seem to be forgetting just how special some of those men (and women-my Aunt Edna served in the South Pacific) were.

Brenda said...

I remember this post. Well worth posting it more than once.

Rudee said...

Tomorrow's post is my play report Brenda-I remember you did tell me you actually read my posts. Hugs for that!

Sandy said...

Great story. The world needs more caring nurses like you.