From March 2017

My “First” – A Blog Post

The first woman I took blood from in the ER asked me, “Are you any good? I have no veins. I don’t want to be a pin cushion.” I could feel and see her fear. “I know how you feel—don’t worry— I use a baby needle— takes a bit longer,…

Why Did They Call Me Cill? – Thursday Takeaway

On the floor, they called me Cill. “What are the vitals, Cill? or time for your break, Cill.” My other nick name was the Blood Sucker. I was good at taking blood. “We can’t find a vein. Get the Blood Sucker.” I had always been terrified of having my blood…

An Excerpt – Something To Be Brave For

At my parents’ door, Claude moved close and put his arms around my waist. “I hope we’re going to see a lot of each other, Katie,” he whispered as he put his forehead against mine. “Me, too,” I said. He smiled, let me go—rather quickly, I thought—and walked to his…