While my doctors are of course important to what I had done, so is their support team in the Operating Room. Before my five-hour Angiovac, Nurse Eileen was particularly comforting and reassuring, telling me how fabulous this surgical team is and how they work together like family. I remember smiling as the anesthesiologist gave me his magic drugs. From the leftovers of the Alison Glass fabrics I used in my swap quilt (see next post which hasn't yet been written), I made this quilted
Mors Bag for Eileen.
Inside Eileen's bag are 10 more bags, not quilted but absolutely functional. This morning at my one-month checkup, I asked nurse Ben (this place - Vascular/Interventional Radiology of Hinsdale - hires the nicest people) to make sure Eileen and the surgical team got this package. I also have another 10 bags in process and asked for a call if these bags are a hit and more of the team or spouses want more. I dont want to be overly dramatic, but this team saved my life and I would do anything for them.
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| more bags in process, including some manly ones |
Finally, one of John's beautiful jazz t-shirts got kind of creepy looking in the armpits and neck. But it's a beautiful shirt. So we salvaged the good part and turned it into a Mors bag. I think John will use it as a door prize at the Brookfield Jazz Society.
I am happy to be sewing and to be alive!
