America’s Nurses — the Pillars of Healthcare
My physician-dad was a strong advocate for nurses. I know he much admired the profession and knew they were on the front lines of medical care in America.
Dad frequently referred to nurses as the true backbone of the American healthcare system. “Hospitals all over the country would fall to pieces without good nurses,” dad told me. “They run things.”
In observing my father’s medical career, I know that the physician-nurse work relationship can be bumpy. And why not? Life-and-death decisions bring with them enormous pressure and responsibility. Both practitioners can be wrong. Both can be right. The best ones in both camps know the patient’s well-being always comes first. Considering the stakes — a human being’s time on Earth — the fact that doctors and nurses have worked so well together and for so long always surprised me.
Nurses I’ve known through the years tell me that dad was one of the “good guys” among the physician staff at our local hospital. My own memory of dad’s interactions with nurses was that while he wasn’t always “Prince Charming,” he did back them up on patient-care matters and often genuinely encouraged their input on patient treatment.
“Caring is the essence of nursing.”
I’d say that my father was both respected and liked by the nurses. I’ve also learned that being both isn’t an easy thing for a hectic doctor. And dad had his hectic moments with nurses, too.
One nurse told me that towards the end of a particularly demanding and stressful weekend of illnesses, the nurses on shift took to flipping a coin to see who would call dad with another care concern. Another story had a nurse calling my father’s home at some very late hour and asking: “Is this Dr. Kelly?” And the retort by my spent dad was “Well, it’s not Spartacus!” Still, nurses told me and my family that dad was always approachable and would never publicly rebuke a nurse colleague.
Perhaps the finest testament for dad’s regard for the profession comes from the fact that one of his children chose to be a nurse. My sister, Alice Ward Kelly, was a wonderful nurse, he thought. A busy nurse for only about a year, Alice died too young in a 1974 auto accident.
A Monmouth Beach native, Alice was born 66 years ago this October. Happy Birthday, sis!