The Young Oncology Nurse
The young R.N.'s humility was almost noticeable.
No one knew how lavish her life had once been.
She had survived luxury which might
have spoiled others into sloth-like ways.
The grandeur of her childhood home would have intimidated most of us.
There was once an opulence to her day to day, that she managed to ignore
and outrun. She was not fancy, she exuded no airs; most would have been surprised at her wealth. Her smile delighted her patients.
She worked a forty-hour a week job, supporting the poor, raising them up, reassuring them. We knew her only as a nurse, a kind co-worker who was
down-to-earth. She would have had it no other way, being as selfless and empathetic as she was.
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