V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #123: warrior
It’s just awful. I worry every night I could bring something home to my husband.
Her dark brown eyes wide above the blue face mask, she looked straight at me. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. Her fear was palpable. I know her husband has health issues and is most likely over 60. They say masks cover the mouth and with it all facial expression, but I disagree. Not always the case.
I had asked her what it was like working in health care now. How she was doing with it all. She knew I was familiar with hospital work from years ago.
Have you seen your kids? I asked after we discussed the reason for my office visit.
My son is 29 and he got married this summer over Zoom from California. She then described the experience of watching from across the country an event she had never envisioned happening as it did.
The pain in her voice. The look in her eyes. This woman has been one of my doctors for probably 15 years and I had never seen her like this. Always a handshake and a smile when entering the exam room. No handshake this time of course, although I suspect there was a smile behind the mask.
But nevertheless she was as professional and empathetic as always. She listened to me and took notes by hand. No computer screen diverted her attention. We are partners in my treatment plan. It’s no mystery why she has earned Patients’ Choice and Compassionate Doctor awards. Doctor of the Year as well.
We also briefly discussed the pandemic situation in New Hampshire and the ignorance (her words) of people who won’t wear masks. Her voice tight she added…I am just holding on for the vaccine. We need the vaccine.
After my appointment was over, she left for the hospital to begin her afternoon surgery schedule. A hospital with Covid patients.
I couldn’t help but think she deserves one more award.
She is a Warrior.