She Also Writes Books.
"...It's been over ten years since I first wrote The Nurse's Story and in that time much has changed, in nursing, in the medical system and in my life. Still, as I read it over again from the perspective of time and experience, I see a love here that for me has never been matched. The nurse in this book is not only me, but when Teri Daley's experiences were my own, and when her patients were mine, like Yves and Rachael and Robin and Steve... and of course, Melody, I found myself amazed at how much of each of them had stayed alive within me over all this time..."

She Has Many a Tale to Tell.
"... I've asked the best nurses what they think about mercy killing. They say they could only do it for someone they loved..." .

And Many Bridges to Build...
There’s an oil painting called “Surgery,” that I’ve seen many times in books on Art and the History of Medicine but only once in a museum. It was bigger than life and looked old and cracked...

Maybe it was Her Upbringing, but she has always had Hope.
"...I grew up on fantastic myths and rich stories of brave heroes who were tested by Olympian gods, heroes who proved their courage and sincerity by undertaking incredible voyages and accomplishing impossible deeds and who always won. Good always triumphed over evil..."

Then Something Tragic Happened, Which also Brought Many Gifts.
"...In 1984 my grandson Gregory died. He was the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen and barely four months old when he died of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. I'd been a nurse for almost twenty years at the time, and had prepared myself over the years by knocking myself out learning and studying everything about medicine and nursing in order to protect my whole family from any unexpected disasters..."

And not long After That, her Life was altogether Different.
"...The beginning. These are the first writings I did in 1987 right after my brain blitz which according to my neurologist was a stroke, a ruptured aneurysm or Encephalitis. The EEG showed Theta and some Delta. I know it was also a Spiritual Emergence. At the time, I was sure I was dying. I could no longer read, write or remember anything from even a moment before. I was more terrified than I've ever been in my life and had no logical brain to speak of. Time meant nothing, I had no way to process it. I did see and feel things I never had in my life before....but that only frightened me more..."

A Hopeful Healer's Work
is never Done.
"...The weirdest thing happened Saturday morning! Saturday was my birthday.... Seven a.m. that morning I found myself sitting up in bed, wide awake, and before I knew what was happening, I found myself automatically getting dressed, even lacing my sneakers. Seven in the morning is really early for me, so it was odd. I usually go to sleep around 3 in the morning, and get up about 10. And usually, I'm slow to get ready to face the day. But Saturday, at about 7:10, my consciousness suddenly shifted dramatically, (I thought somehow I had taken the wrong morning medications) but within the next 5 minutes I heard a terrific crash which rocked the house..."

Another Little Miracle
...Actually, I was marveling at the color of the sky when I suddenly saw what seemed to be a brown paper shopping bag flying across the sky. But that seemed wrong because it didn't tumble or fly lightly enough, it seemed to have direction, to be making an arch. A seagull? I wondered. But no, there are no khaki brown seagulls. None that I've seen anyway. I was pondering, squinting, trying to make out what I was seeing, when suddenly it seemed to dive right onto the black pavement in front of my car and landed flat across the yellow line...