I don’t recall seeing a deck of cards in the hand of the one who held my hand tight the day I was given an epidural.
I don’t recall hearing “Go Fish” as I laid in the operating room while delivering my child.
I don’t remember seeing cards laying by my bedside when I had a reaction to the medication.
I don’t remember going to the desk the night my Mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer and seeing card games going on.
I don’t remember hearing “Your turn” as my Mom was being given chemo and radiation.
I don’t recall someone saying “Can you hold my cards so I can hold your Mom’s hand while she’s sick?”
You know what I do recall? All the nurses with both hands holding mine each time I gave birth to my sweet babies.