One of my friends is an LPN nurse. She cares for elderly patients with health issues, all threatened by the virus. Last week, several patients died from the virus, and a young nurse diagnosed with it also died. I can’t imagine the emotional stress she faces. She discussed restrictions on family visitors and mourners. In the South, these are part of life; many want to visit, and many want to be with the dying. She recalled an elderly female patient who couldn’t understand why her son didn’t see, asking if he had died from the virus. The reality was he couldn’t stay due to safety guidelines, which she couldn’t understand.
The nurse described family members who couldn’t be there or grieve as is customary. She and colleagues try to comfort them with little success. Although she didn’t share her fears, it was clear she’s reaching her emotional limit. Many medical professionals share her fatigue, hurt, and fears. How can we recognize and honor these heroes?
Are we there yet? 