The Most Beautiful Moment In The World
The nurse was in regular clothes, which probably means she had come in on her day off. It was her turn to speak at the supportive gathering of medical caregivers. She looked nervously at the physical therapist, her co-worker, beside her. The physical therapist had her arm around the back of the nurse’s chair, was leaning forward, nodding encouragingly, dripping with emotional support. As she opened her mouth her emotions pulled her back, hesitated her. The redness grew around her eyes and her voice faltered. She took a breath and whooshed it out between pursed lips. She looked down, then out to nowhere in particular and let herself remember. We listening caregivers leaned in. Our bodies spoke in a chorus of the loudest language, “We are here for you. Speak your pain, speak your truth. We will metabolize your words with love, and we will catch you as they fall.” An unscripted story tumbled from her, more raw than she intended perhaps. The patient she cared for was so vu