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No one was paying much attention to me. They were all going about their various jobs, not speaking to one another and especially not to me...with the exception of this one woman, who suddenly stopped what she was doing and leaned over me.
In the meantime, I was being strapped down with my arms extended parallel to my body, and they were being restrained as well.I remember thinking this must be what it is like to be executed. Soon, drugs would even be dripping into my veins.
They had walked me into this sterile, cold room with the huge, imposing light directly above where they placed me. It was the first time I had ever been "walked" into a room like this; I thought that was unusual.
I was scared, the most scared I can ever remember being, plus I had no idea what today's events held for my future. My condition was sufficiently serious enough that I was having a major procedure rather than the less invasive one. In addition, my condition was the worry of every woman everywhere. I know the lovely woman with the blue eyes could sense that, which is why she asked me if there was anything she could do for me.
"Would you recite the 23rd Psalm with me?"Â I asked.
"I would be honored to," she replied.
So, we began. Somewhere about the time that we reached, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..." I drifted away.
A few months later, I had occasion once more be at that location, and I saw her again.
"I remember you," she said. "You asked me to recite the 23rd Psalm with you."
"And I remember those beautiful, kind, blue eyes looking right into mine," I replied. "They were such a calming and comforting source of strength for me at that moment."
She thanked me; but I wanted her to know that she had made a difference for me at that serious crossroad of my life.
Funny, I hadn't thought of her in over ten years. However, yesterday, I was reading a book about a young woman who was about to undergo a very serious surgical procedure, and suddenly that lovely face and those blue eyes were right there gazing down at me again.  We formed a bond that day, and it remains with me yet as a source of kindness and comfort.
You see, she was the nurse who assisted when I had my cancer surgery.
My sister in law is the kind of nurse that you mentioned. She can move you
without hurting you and is kind and compassionate.