I sit atop UT Medical center, 12th floor, its
highest, overlooking The Great Tennessee River and The University of
Tennessee. I can pick out Neyland and
the art building. My daughter is sound
asleep in her bed, the pole nearby all hard wired with boxes and boxes of
technology to administer the magical mystery fluid. The nurse just walked in, Erin
from Onita, country as Billy from the hills, her accent settles on me like mayonnaise
on a tomato sandwich. I love her
automatically even though she woke my baby to take vitals she took just two
hours ago. She, like everything else,
makes me feel like my daughter is in the very best place. She leaves,
my daughter turns over and is immediately back to sleep and all is quite as I sit and again begin to count my blessings.
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