Hope for Our Children
I had a critical illness when I was a baby. I had to have a tracheotomy; I see the scar in the mirror every morning. But the real problem was fever. It stayed too high day after day. This occurred in the late forties when the medicine available was not nearly as effective as it is today. There were three nurses that worked eight hour shifts in my hospital room. When they went off duty, one of them left her cap and the other two took their caps with them. My mother asked one of them about this and found … Continue reading