Alzheimer’s cannot destroy my mother’s legacy.
During World War 2, the war effort needed more nurses. So they put out a plea for women who might be interested (male nurses did not exist at the time). If a woman signed up to be an Army nurse, the government would pay for her training and her license.
My mother wanted to be a writer, but she had no possibility of pursuing a degree at a liberal arts college. The only way she could somehow earn a degree beyond high school was to accept the Army’s offer and become a nurse.
So that’s what she did. It was her only choice, and she made it a good choice because she worked hard all her life to care for others.
Mom finished the training, but just before she was to be sent overseas, the war ended. So she never really served as an Army nurse, but her degree served her well.
I used to watch her dress for work. White uniform (always a dress, slacks were not allowed), white hose, white shoes polished every day, the starched white hat and no jewelry except a simple wedding band.
But one day, I watched as Mom slipped a tiny cross necklace underneath her uniform.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to wear any jewelry,” I queried.
“That’s right, but I wear this next to my heart,” Mom said. “It’s a reminder of who I am.”
“What do you mean?”
“This cross reminds me I’m a Christian. It helps me remember how I should behave when a doctor yells at me, when I have to tell a family that their baby is dead or when I have to clean up someone’s poop. I am serving others because I love Jesus, and he came to earth as a servant. I am serving in his name.”
I have never forgotten that moment. It is part of Mom’s legacy, a piece of who she is.
Alzheimer’s cannot take that away.
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