Recently my youngest daughter was in the hospital after having her appendix out. She was in a lot of pain after her surgery and there was a slight complication, and she wasn’t released until the following day. Sitting in a hospital room is very tiring but she was sharing her room with Mrs. B.
Mrs. B greeted each doctor, nurse and anyone else that stopped by her bed with a hearty handshake and a smile. She also made sure everyone knew she is 99 years old and will turn 100 in January. Her hearing wasn’t good, so she spoke quite loudly. That was ok with us as we continued to learn more about this amazing lady. (yes, I guess we were eavesdropping but everyone spoke so loud it was impossible not to)
We learned that in 1918 during WWI the Marine Corp opened up its ranks to women to join for clerical duty. Mrs. B went to the recruitment office the next day and signed up. She served her country well. (We thanked her for her service, as did many of the health professionals). Later, she joined the CIA. Wow the stories this lady must have. She had shared a lot of them with the nurses as she was hospitalized several times. I knew I couldn’t ask the nurses due to HIPPA laws, but I so wanted to learn more.
As usual, I was accompanied by Colby my service dog. He laid at my feet for several hours before Mrs. B realized he was there. She was being attended by the nurses when she gave a shriek and started to talk to Colby. When he didn’t react, she started asking me questions. She wanted to pet him and normally in this situation I would say no. But how could I say no to Mrs. B. After all she is 99 years old and a WWI Vet. So after asking the nurse if it was ok, we approached her bedside and she so enjoyed just petting and fussing over him. It gave me a good feeling to make her smile by doing such a small thing. She then shared with me that her daughter is a veterinarian, and you could tell that she was so proud of her.
I know this has nothing to do with fiber except I was knitting dishcloths while visiting with my daughter. But I felt that since it is so close to Thanksgiving, I wanted to let everyone know how thankful I am that brave Men and WOMEN fought to keep our county free.
Mrs. B wasn’t just a sweet 99-year-old lady, but she was also great for my daughter to keep her mind off of her pain. Her husband was also with her, and Mrs. B kept them both smiling the whole time they were there. So, Mrs. B, Thank You for all you have done and what you continue to do without even realizing it. This Thanksgiving I am thankful for you.
Mrs. B greeted each doctor, nurse and anyone else that stopped by her bed with a hearty handshake and a smile. She also made sure everyone knew she is 99 years old and will turn 100 in January. Her hearing wasn’t good, so she spoke quite loudly. That was ok with us as we continued to learn more about this amazing lady. (yes, I guess we were eavesdropping but everyone spoke so loud it was impossible not to)
We learned that in 1918 during WWI the Marine Corp opened up its ranks to women to join for clerical duty. Mrs. B went to the recruitment office the next day and signed up. She served her country well. (We thanked her for her service, as did many of the health professionals). Later, she joined the CIA. Wow the stories this lady must have. She had shared a lot of them with the nurses as she was hospitalized several times. I knew I couldn’t ask the nurses due to HIPPA laws, but I so wanted to learn more.
As usual, I was accompanied by Colby my service dog. He laid at my feet for several hours before Mrs. B realized he was there. She was being attended by the nurses when she gave a shriek and started to talk to Colby. When he didn’t react, she started asking me questions. She wanted to pet him and normally in this situation I would say no. But how could I say no to Mrs. B. After all she is 99 years old and a WWI Vet. So after asking the nurse if it was ok, we approached her bedside and she so enjoyed just petting and fussing over him. It gave me a good feeling to make her smile by doing such a small thing. She then shared with me that her daughter is a veterinarian, and you could tell that she was so proud of her.
I know this has nothing to do with fiber except I was knitting dishcloths while visiting with my daughter. But I felt that since it is so close to Thanksgiving, I wanted to let everyone know how thankful I am that brave Men and WOMEN fought to keep our county free.
Mrs. B wasn’t just a sweet 99-year-old lady, but she was also great for my daughter to keep her mind off of her pain. Her husband was also with her, and Mrs. B kept them both smiling the whole time they were there. So, Mrs. B, Thank You for all you have done and what you continue to do without even realizing it. This Thanksgiving I am thankful for you.
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