Its preferred site is the ass, so you can’t see it coming. Whether you’re oblivious to its intent, or are conscious of its impending attack, you cannot out run it nor prepare for it. The jaws are always larger, the teeth always sharper, and the surprise always greater than what your slow mind can imagine.
“I never saw it coming.”
“I never knew anything could hurt this badly.”
“Make it go away.”
“I can’t do this.”
These are the things nurses hear, know, and understand; see it repeated daily, if not sometimes on an hourly basis. So while we are with you, we’ll offer what comfort we can: dull your pain, wipe your tears, hold your hand, assure you that are strong enough and brave enough to face the aftermath. And if we’re both lucky, we’ll find that path to the place where hope dwells and perhaps with time (and please God, grant us enough of it) hope can flourish.
I am a nurse and I strive for hope.
Words: Elizabeth Stokes