Monday, November 19, 2012
One Thanksgiving Day stands out in my memory.
It was cold and stormy; everything was covered with ice. I was happy to be indoors and warm -- even though I was in the hospital. I was lonely because no one could make it to the hospital to visit me. The roads were so slippery even the doctors and nurses had trouble getting to work.
I was looking forward to enjoying a “real” Thanksgiving meal – it would be my first solid food in 5 days.
Suddenly I felt something solid drop on my tongue! A dental crown had fallen out leaving a chasm right in the middle of my chewing surface. Ohhh. Not what I wanted to happen - and on a holiday – in an ice storm!!!
My nurse asked who my dentist was and offered to call to ask what she could do to protect my tooth and make me more comfortable until I could get it repaired. Well – my sweet dentist – [get prepared for this because it is truly amazing] - drove 16 miles in that ice storm to get to the hospital so he could put in a temporary crown. I was so very grateful. Not only for the dental repair – but for the incredible thoughtfulness of a man who didn’t have to go out of his way to help me – but he did. I’ve never forgotten it. (And incidentally – he never did charge me for the emergency care!) Here’s a big “Thank You” to the kindest dentist ever.
Now some of you may be wondering why I was in the hospital over Thanksgiving Day – so I’ll tell you. The most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me had taken place at that hospital. On November 22, 1970, I gave birth to my first and only child.
Before going into the operating room for a C-section delivery my doctor asked me what names I had chosen. Later when he lifted the crying baby, instead of saying, “It’s a girl” – he called my baby by name. “It’s Stephanie” he proclaimed, and all the staff welcomed her. Then they wrapped her in a pink blanket and let me hold her in my arms.
My first Thanksgiving with Stephanie is the one I will always remember.