Holding Her Hand Before Anesthesia
I gently moved her arms safely by her side and held her hand without saying a word.
We Were Meant to Meet
As we walked together to her daughter’s bedside, I watched the anxiety drain from both of them.
When policy came before the patient
The rule was clear, but the situation wasn’t. In that moment, choosing compassion felt more human than enforcing policy — and that choice stayed with me.
When I went with my gut
Something in my gut told me something was very wrong.
Listening to that instinct meant standing apart — but it also meant protecting someone who couldn’t speak for themselves.
When speaking up for patients came at a cost
I spoke up for patient safety because it was the right thing to do. I didn’t expect how much it would cost me — or how alone it would feel afterward.