Returning to Say Thanks

I saw a story yesterday on NECN abouta woman who returned to Brigham and Women's Hospital six months after being disharged to say thank you to the staff. This woman almost died in a horseback riding accident and has the folks over at the Brigham and Women's to thank for her being able to walk down the hall on her own two feet. Like this woman...I also have to thank the amazing medical staff over at the Brigham for saving my life. It has been 14 years since I spent five weeks on 12C at the Brigham, but not a day goes by that I don't think of someone I met there. The week after I was discharged, back in 1993, I went out and got some water guns and Hershey Kisses to send to the nursing staff on the 12th floor. A couple of months later I went back to visit and say thank you. I remember my nurse (Karen St, Martin) running up to me, grabbing my cheeks exclaiming "Look at your color!". A few months later I was back again as a patient (liver biopsy) and Paul Farmer dropped by my room. Dr. Farmer was been my doctor that summer, he heard I was back in the hospital, and wanted to stop by to say hello and bring me a rose. I was thankful then....and even as recently as two years ago I got to tell him again. Two years ago Dr. Farmer was receiving an award at my church and I went to see him speak. I was sure to stick around at the end and say hello. I re-introduced myself, and he said he remembered me and gave me a hug. I said thanks again and burst into tears. I cannot thank the staff over there enough......I owe my life to them.......

Stay tuned for a photo tour of our trip to Maine......