Pain was clearly etched on her face, and she gripped her daughter’s hand like a vice while a registered nurse changed a wound dressing.
Within a few minutes the change was complete, the vacuum pump for the wound turned on and Mary did the strangest thing.
She thanked the RN despite the obvious pain she had just caused. “Thank you, hon,” she said, squeezing the nurse’s hand.
Mary is one of two women in my life who I am proud to call mother, though her title has a step- in front of it.