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Show 301 It is a favorite Psalm that has come into my mind and I am still crying soft tears of white fear but suddenly I am held within the arms of Deity and I know I am safe. My heart is racing still but I am safe. I will sleep this night within His remembrance. Julia, a favorite nurse, is coming through my door. I do not know what day it is. I do not remember yesterday. I do not remember this morning. I do remember being safe. "They've finally begun to assign us to you both," she is saying. "Us" refers to those nurses on the step-down ICU who have been trained to care for Georgia and me, who have learned about this disease and its treatment, who are not afraid of us. I am telling her that something is bothering me on my back and she is pulling back my hospital gown to look at what it might be. Her lips are tight. "It's been a week since they've had you on the heart monitor," she is saying. She is pulling off the patches placed there for the experiment. "Hasn't anyone given you a bath since then?" "I don't know," I reply. I do not remember. |