It is the eve of my son’s fourth birthday. He’s just asleep and instead of helping Daddy put his new bike together for the morning I’ve decided to write this letter which has been on my to-do list these last four years.
After my very healthy son was born, my own health took a turn for the worst and I had a stay in the HDU of Cork’s CUMH. It was unknown what was wrong with me and everything about me was tested. My life was handed to the doctors, midwives, nurses, and staff of the CUMH and CUH. Thankfully I came out the other side very healthy, happy and more grateful for what I have but there’s not a day goes by where I don’t remember the healthcare workers who treated me with such great gentleness, care, kindness, professionalism, respect, and dignity.
My public health nurse, Mary O’Riordan; my GP, Dr Sheena Murphy, and all the staff in the surgery in Dromcollogher, Co Limerick; my consultant obstetrician, Dr Daniel McKenna, and the scores of midwives, nurses, doctors, anesthesiologists, surgeons; the breastfeeding consultant, Rebecca; physiotherapists, pharmacists, cleaning, and catering staff. All of these people, more strangers than not, came to the frontline of my life to help me win my personal war. I won it because of you all. I will be forever grateful as will my husband, children, parents, and family.
Four years later they are all at the forefront of my thoughts and prayers. This time, not only are they healing and saving lives on a daily basis as was their norm, now they are doing so while putting their own health and lives at risk because of the invisible Covid-19 war. I can’t imagine how they must all be feeling.
There are no words for the respect I have for all of them and all I can say is thank you to them. I like to think that I can pay it forward to others and I urge anyone reading this to do the same on behalf of our country’s healthcare workers. Stay home.