tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500430679334601704.post6364503690951603697..comments2024-01-25T05:03:21.567-05:00Comments on Trauma Nurse Adventures: The Texas Years: TearsLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15236693436272479076noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500430679334601704.post-71942636463809347772024-01-25T05:03:21.567-05:002024-01-25T05:03:21.567-05:00Thanks great bllogThanks great bllogPagelanhttps://pagelan.tumblr.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500430679334601704.post-69143721520878941442019-02-17T16:13:38.444-05:002019-02-17T16:13:38.444-05:00Yeah, that.
My last one was 2001. About 85 or so, ...Yeah, that.<br />My last one was 2001. About 85 or so, then.<br />Same instant dawning: looking for a vein, find the old blue tattoo instead.<br />Treblinka, she said.<br /><br />I couldn't even.<br /><br />Her quote:<br />"<i>Every day since then has been a gift. I live my life a little bit for the ones who didn't make it out</i>."Aesophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07834464741531503378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500430679334601704.post-82782163188587703902019-01-29T23:27:24.151-05:002019-01-29T23:27:24.151-05:00Witness it to all, as many young people have never...Witness it to all, as many young people have never seen the numbers, don't know much about WWII and haven't felt the possibility of genocide. This is why immigration is a dear issue for me. Because refugees, because losing all you know, because torture. <br /><br />I am older. I have heard the stories, seen the tattoos. It is important to never forget. <br /><br />Hugs to you.shashnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500430679334601704.post-18780310646600036662019-01-18T12:37:45.997-05:002019-01-18T12:37:45.997-05:00It wasn't until later adulthood that I noticed...It wasn't until later adulthood that I noticed that my aunt, who lives in London on the other side of the pond, also had numbers on her forearm. She is very petite and the only survivor in her family. She is now 85 and said that the older people gave her their rations. I offer you a hug and I will wipe away your tears. jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09357820440454534635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500430679334601704.post-72841362342404333062019-01-15T17:30:20.869-05:002019-01-15T17:30:20.869-05:00<3<3Joanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09458408621855773976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500430679334601704.post-2094396802251581452019-01-14T21:28:10.395-05:002019-01-14T21:28:10.395-05:00Shedding tears in the OR required special precauti...Shedding tears in the OR required special precautions when scrubbed. I learned to tilt my head back so the tears ran down my cheeks into the mask rather than onto the sterile field. Nursing and sadness are closely linked when the reality of how desperately some patients have to fight for a fleeting period of wellness.Oldfoolrnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01747485143127099085noreply@blogger.com