Hi friends,
A few months before my second brain surgery, I went to see my doctors, and they asked me what I was most afraid of.
All I could think of was that I did not want my head shaved. I had my head shaved before, and I did not want to lose my long, beautiful hair again.
When I woke up from surgery, most of my hair was still there. What I did not know then — and what I learned a few years later — is that it was my nurses who made sure my head was not shaved. While the doctors and anesthesiologists were preparing for surgery, my nurses were in charge of getting the incision site ready and remembered that I did not want my head shaved.
When I woke up from surgery, I was happy to see that most of my hair was still there. This is one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me.
Main Value Piece (Reflection)
Kindness in healthcare doesn’t always come through medicine or machines.
Sometimes it’s in the small, quiet acts that restore dignity — a nurse holding your hand, remembering your fear, or advocating for you when you can’t.
That day, my nurses didn’t just help save my life; they helped save a piece of my identity.
And that’s something I will never forget.
“From this mountain, I can see so far.
Rivers running like deep, deep scars.
Carrying the lifeblood through my veins.
Is it crazy that I’m grateful for all the pain?”
— Max McNown, A Lot More Free
A reminder that even through pain, gratitude and kindness can grow.
With gratitude,
Kelsey
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