I asked my editor at the Herald if I could write this column as a thank you note instead of my usual topic regarding mothers and babies. She said it would be fine.
Thank you so much for all of your support and comforting words you have sent my way since the Boston Marathon bombings.
I am thankful that I was able to help. It was a worst-case scenario, best-case scenario. The worst being the bombs, the best being that our medical tent was so close.
The best in the sense that there were so many doctors, physician assistants and nurses close by to help quickly. There were ER-trained medical personnel, but there were a lot of us that do not do trauma.
I had commented to a friend before I left that it is so amazing how all these medical personnel come together once a year and work as a team. She replied that the practice of medicine is a universal practice. Our basic skills and the plethora of supplies enabled us to treat wounds, stabilize patients so that they could be transported to hospitals and comfort those that needed comforting.
We all were thankful that we were there and could help the wounded and traumatized as they came into our tent.
I am thankful that I live in such an amazing country. The fact that so many people were able to provide pictures and videos to the authorities, that the young man who lost his legs was able to describe who he saw with the back pack, that the man in Watertown was brave enough to look inside his boat, is a reflection on who we are as a nation.
We united our spirits and our resources to find out who perpetrated this atrocity.
I am thankful for all the wonderful people that have sent messages of comfort and support. Thank you everyone for being so generous in conveying your concern for all that were affected by the bombings.
I am thankful that I chose nursing as my major in college. Nurses are amazing people with a host of skills. I have a poster framed in my office that says: Nurses speak with our eyes, teach with our hands, comfort with our presence.
A few years ago I wrote an essay about being a nurse. I finished it with: Being a nurse is not what I do, it is who I am.
I hope and pray I was all of that on April 15, 2013, in Medical Tent A, Boston. Thank you to all of you for reading my column and for your prayers and kind words.
Katie Powers, R.N., is a board-certified lactation consultant and perinatal educator at Manatee Memorial Hospital's Family BirthPlace. Her column appears every other week in Healthy Living. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.