“I have a recurring
nightmare where I am performing CPR on a patient who turns out to be my husband.
Last Monday, my
nightmare nearly came true.
It was 2:50 p.m., and
the Massachusetts General Hospital ER was filled to capacity.
In the section where I
was working, my patients were critically ill, with strokes, heart attacks and
overwhelming infections. Even the hallways were packed with patients receiving
A call over the
loudspeakers announced that there had been two explosions. Many people were
injured. That's all we knew.”
This is how last Monday
began. The rest of my story, and my husband’s, is in my NPR
It’s been a very long
week in Boston.
I will write more of my
reflections in the days to come, about destruction and terror, but also about collaboration and courage.
Thanks to everyone for your support and well
wishes during this trying time for our city.