See that guy in the photo?
That’s a picture of my brother-in-law, Brad.
I hesitated writing any real information because of my sister’s privacy, but now it’s all over the papers!
This photo came from Medwatch Today, the Official News and Information Site of Community Medical Centers in Fresno, California.
The ER I described yesterday? That’s at Community Regional Medical Center in Fresno, as described by a couple of their RNs.
I stayed with my sister in the hospital on Sunday night. You would not believe the staff at CRMC – my sister didn’t have to even think about anything before it was done, that is how efficient they were.
She grieved, we grieved and everyone there was grieving, too.
The way I figure it, my sister has about 1,500 family members right now.
And Brad had that many friends.
Who knew? He was “just” my brother-in-law…
Remember when I wrote about how my sister’s family was so gung-ho about nursing that two of her kids were going into the profession?
Brad was the husband in that post.
Remember the post about CPR on my young family member?
Brad is the one who saved his life.
When my father died seven years ago, it was Brad who broke the news to me over the phone.
And it was Brad who read the Bible at Dad’s funeral.
We missed a chance to see him last November. My daughter was running in the state cross country championships is Fresno and Brad came to see her race. He had trouble finding the spot, and when he got to the school tent, we had already gone.
And we can’t get that back.
Hanging out with Brad meant laughing. A lot. It was always cool to pick his name at Christmas because he loved trains and was so easy to buy for.
Brad loved Jesus. He was a devout Christian.
Brad loved his family.
And he loved his job.
It’s hard to write this, so for those who would like to read more, the link to MedWatch is up top and the link to the Fresno Bee story is here. They say his death is ironic.
They have no idea. Twelve years ago Brad was broadsided while driving a Honda Civic and nearly killed. He fought his way through and got back to work and his life.
And the co-workers who are surrounding my sister with support and love? They were there twelve years ago, too.
I have never, ever seen a facility mobilize to care for a patient like Community Regional Medical Center did for my sister, her kids and our family this week.
I saw, and met many,many nurses and administrators.
This is a personal thank you to all of them for being the rock-solid support for my sister.
I am so sorry I can’t remember everyone’s name.
But….Richard, the night nurse on Third Step Down you absolutely rock!
And Loretta, RN, thanks for the hug that stressful morning. That meant more than you know (even if we did keep calling each other the wrong name! : D ).
My sister has her family (us) and then she has her family!
To her “other” family: thanks for all you did/are doing.
You make me proud to say I’m a nurse.