This is a message to people who work at St. Luke’s Hospital in Kansas City, the Coliseum Hospital in Macon, Georgia and actually anyone who works in the health field anywhere on the planet…really! Thank you for saving my life. St. Luke’s has a “rehab reunion” once a year and unfortunately I was out of town on that October date in 2006. So…I wrote them a letter to be read at the function. One of the things I mentioned (along with thanking them for the “good” drugs) was that I thought of them every day. Now, I want them to know that somehow, in some way, I still do. It might be a memory of John on the seventh floor singing to me as he whisked in to open the blinds, Caroline making me laugh when I really, really needed to, Randy kicking my butt in PT, or whoever that lady was who came in a few times during my last month to give me a hand massage (my only pleasant physical experience for a total of three months). When I simply have a brief thought of gratitude for good health during my day, as we all do, mine is followed by at least a brief thought of gratitude for all those people who took such good care of me and got me back on my feet.
Today, Whitney and I will take the next round of “hospital cups” to St. Luke’s and leave them on the 4th and 7th floors as a tremendously inadequate thank you for “saving my life”.
Here is a picture of the two cups that I saved for myself:
The one on the right was fired in the soda kiln and has a dot of gold luster. In an earlier post, I blogged how they were made.