06/05/2026
Larry took me to our local hospital yesterday to have my staples removed - 32 in total.
It’s mind blowing how many people are involved in my care.
Before surgery there were appointments with my surgeon, nurses, a pharmacist, an anesthesiologist, registration staff, laboratory technicians, and countless others working behind the scenes.
On surgery day there were surgeons, nurses, and operating room staff. When complications arose, there were paramedics ready to transport me to Sydney, another surgical team waiting to receive me, and another operating room full of professionals focused on my well-being.
There were more paramedics for the journey home. More nurses. More healthcare workers. More people checking vital signs, managing pain, offering reassurance, explaining procedures, delivering meals, cleaning rooms, and helping me take those first difficult walks down the hallway.
When emotion took over briefly - when the tears filled my eyes - there was the nurse who held my hand and said, “I’m here for you - we’re all in this together”
Less than a week later, when recovery took an unexpected detour, there were once again paramedics, emergency room staff, nurses, an X-ray technician who came in on his day off, and a physician who helped get me back on track.
Since then there has been a new treatment program for my Crohn’s disease, appointments with my family doctor, and yesterday, another nurse carefully removing the staples and reassuring me everything was healing nicely.
I’ve often said when I take a holiday, it’s the people I meet that make it memorable. I am realizing it’s the same for healthcare - it’s the people that make the experience bearable.
As another milestone passes and the staples are gone, I find myself filled with gratitude—not only for the care I received, but for the people who provided it.
I will never forget the kindness
Margaret - ♥️