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THE WOMAN IN 203

02 Aug

I’m on vacation and have turned the comments off. Thinking of all you readers, when I am not distracted by the beauty of family and friends. Have your best summer ever.

Kacey97007

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I was 16 the summer before I went to nursing school. I worked in a local hospital, in the dietary department.

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One of my tasks was to collect the menus from patients.

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Almost fifty years later one patient stands out in my memory.

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Why her of all the others?

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The only time I saw her, she sat in a chair at her bedside table. She looked elegant in a long robe. She was slender, older and alone.

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There was a single rose in a bud vase on the table and she was writing.

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When I came in she looked up and smiled at me. Not an ecstatic smile, just  a fleeting hello, an I greet you as an equal and am mildly curious smile.

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When I got back to the kitchen there was a big hubbub. The director had arranged for this lady to have frog’s legs for dinner.  A co-worker saw my look and said,

She’s dying.

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She’s dying? The epitome of elegance. For my hair to look like hers would take a whole can of hair spray. If I wore a beautiful robe like hers, it would probably have a bleach spot or two on it.

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I think the reason she has remained with me still is that she was in total acceptance. She was not trying to do or be anything. I think she was mourning herself purely, past the denial and bargaining. There was something very powerful in that place.

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© 2010 Jeanne Litt

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