“She Was Sixty-Four”
Michelle Kerouac

When I walked into the hospital room, it was chaotic with the transport team ready to go, and despite the commotion I was comfortable with the chaos that only a hospital can elicit.  The Critical Care Nurse in me felt at home.  The smells of antiseptic soap and stale air and the sights that deter most from continuing down the hall were what drew me in.  I followed closely behind as the team quickly and expertly maneuvered the bed through the corridors and up to the ICU.  Only this time I wasn’t on duty, and this was not my patient.  This was my mother-in-law.  This was someone I loved.