Sock it to me!


Sock CroppedMy patient was wearing some great looking socks with a colorful peace symbol on them.  So Sebastopol, I loved it. But, it’s my job to make sure our patients wear the non-skid socks we provide to help prevent falls. So, I had to ask her to take off her cool socks and wear ours.

“Hmmm,” she said, a twinkle in her eye, “You just want my socks.”

“How dare you insinuate I would take your socks,” I said joking.  “But, they are really cool.”

Today, I received a little package in the mail.  There was a pair of cool socks with the colorful peace symbol, and a note from my patient.

This is one of the reasons I am a nurse.  It fills my heart with satisfaction when I hear one of my patients appreciated the truly human interaction that we had, and the care we love to provide.


David Daniels, RN at Sonoma West Medical Center

It was a full moon on your death

Sonoma West Medical Center Vital Signs Blog

Sonoma West Medical Center Vital Signs BlogMichael was 32 years old.  By all appearances he was still in his youth. Larger than life on stage and off, you always knew when Michael was in a room.  His artistic presence as a dancer was powerful.  During Alan Scofield’s dance class at The College of Marin, Michael collapsed.  He died immediately of a massive coronary attack. The community was in shock. We gathered 300+ strong to honor Michael’s life. I was coming back from a business trip, and was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, scribbling away at this poem I had promised to read that afternoon. This is my letter to Michael.

Poem for Michael, the Dancer


It is a full moon on your death

And all I can think about is your life;

How you turned my kitchen upside down

For the sake of the gravy last Thanksgiving;

How you made my children laugh with your

Funny faces and mouth noises at the table;

How your body flexes and bends to your

Demands, leaps and curls, writhes to the poetry

And song of the dance, to the snap of it all.


I watch you now, your life dance an India rubber ball;

Bouncing out of bounds, retrieved with a big slobbery pant,

Now large, now small, crouched in a quiet corner of the universe.


The spotlight that follows you casts a long shadow,

Missing its mark.

We try to fill it with meaning and are not

Successful because no one can really do that.

It is empty, this shadow dance.


But then we try to fill it with love

And the dance begins.

The dance will be because of you;

Because of you we will move in ways

We would not otherwise know.