Safe and Saved
She was a nurse, a world traveler, a quilter and knitter.
One day, performing the simplest and most common of tasks, opening a pill bottle, her arm shattered and her tumultuous journey began.
In the hospitals she felt like a piece of furniture. Cared for only in the most routine sort of way. Not listened to when she said she did not want to or could not go home.
She was sent home but could not cope there and ended up back in the hospital again.
It was a long hard road but when she arrived on the palliative care unit, she felt like a queen.
So cared for and loved.
She loved that staff stood around her bed singing happy birthday, that they dropped in to chat, remembered her preferences, and helped her feel like herself again.
Here she feels safe and saved.
