Recently I have seen your name in the newspapers
many times, and in these past thirty years. Last
evening I saw you on TV. It always brings back
never to be forgotten memories. The evening of
your accident in Red Wing I was the nurse on call
for surgery. In that little brick Red Wing City
hospital it was I who prepared the operating room
for head surgery and then sat in my sterile gown
and sterile rubber gloves waiting for the important
special surgeon to arrive. Everything was in readiness
so not a moment would be wasted. It was Dr. Anderson
and I who assisted this very capable surgeon and
I remember as if it were yesterday how he lifted
the torn flap of skin and carefully removed the
damaged tissue, tied the blood vessels, cleansed
the wound carefully and then with a medicine glass
poured aqueous mercurochrome into the wound. Then
the skin was sutured. My work was finished. I
am sure the entire staff of nurses prayed for
your recovery.
I recall your parents standing in the hall outside
the operating room talking with the young doctor
who examined you after the accident. His exact
words were, "Nothing can be done. His condition
is hopeless". Your Mom and Dad about calling
Rochester. He said you may do so if you wish but
it will do no good. They did call Rochester. God
spared your life. I guess he had other plans for
you.
I seldom do any nursing now. I have three grown
up sons, one daughter, three grandsons and a good
husband. (with whom I had to break a date on that
nite of your accident)
Whenever I see your name I feel happy and proud
to think I had a "wee" part in helping
save your life. This proves too that with God’s
help you don’t need miracle drugs and costly
institutions for complete recovery. You have accomplished
a great deal in your life time – You and
your wife have set a good example for all the
good Christian people in this country –
May God bless you and give you both many years
of happiness.
