Blurry, but quite telling. That rebel on the right? Yep – that’s me. Present, yet not really.
She was just seventeen. She was wandering, floundering, utterly clueless. She wanted to do what was right … what was “normal” … what was expected. She really did. But yet she didn’t. She REALLY just didn’t want to. Continue reading
I was just about to begin my shift one morning when it happened. A weary-eyed night-shift friend of mine Continue reading
My Monday morning office.
It was still dark as I parked at the hospital Saturday morning. I opened my phone to silence the ringer before going upstairs when I saw a message that we were seriously short-staffed that day. I stared at those awful words for a long moment, then I put my phone back in my pocket, and just sat there.
This was just a few days before I found the first mass in his neck.
It’s been 27 years since they took him from my arms and walked away. I remember watching his huge eyes over the nurse’s shoulder Continue reading
Many of you may not know that “Growing Nurse Debi” actually began in this tiny potting shed in my backyard. At that stressful time when I first became a nurse, my husband Continue reading
Nurses see some pretty awful things. I love what I do, but this is the honest truth. On a daily basis we watch as the ravages of disease take hold and Continue reading
Early morning garden … new beauty unfolding … promises of new life abundant in the morning’s coolness. Continue reading
As a nurse, when I step onto that unit in the morning, I know without the slightest bit of doubt that there will be people looking at me that day. Actually, it’s more than that. They won’t just be looking “at” me, they’re going to be looking “to” me, as well. All day long. Continue reading
I woke up this morning so much better than yesterday. Yesterday was one of those random sucker-punch days where you absolutely have no idea why you woke up so sick. And then today, for some reason, I have absolutely no idea why I woke up so much better. I seriously cannot figure this Lupus life out. I just can’t. Continue reading
As a nursing student, I learned all about the unbelievably complicated physiology involved in every simple movement we make. Truly fascinating stuff. In classic Debi fashion, though, Continue reading
