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Open Letter To The Nurse Who Killed My Grandma — You Stole The Light From My Life!
I know you were doing your job, but would it have hurt you to be a little careful with my elderly grandma?
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about the home health nurse who changed my life forever. I thought grandma would be around forever. I didn’t consider I would mourn her for decades. Yet, here we are.
In 2010, Grandma celebrated her 81st birthday. We planned a big party, inviting friends and family from all over the country to see her. She was so happy, seeing cousins and family she hadn’t seen in years.
After a day-long celebration, I sat next to her on the couch. I just wanted to take in that moment. That’s when I noticed her toe. She had a clear infection in her big toe.
I panicked. I know that now. Grandma was a type I diabetic, and I knew getting a cut on her foot was not good.
“Grandma, how did this happen?”
“Ahh, the nurse cut my toenails a few weeks ago. She nicked my toe. It’s not a big deal. It’ll heal,” she said.
“We are going to the doctor’s office to check that. It looks infected,” I whispered.
