“I don’t recall seeing a deck of cards in the hand of the one who held my hand tight the day I was given an epidural. I don’t recall hearing ‘Go Fish’ as I lay in the operating room while delivering my child. I don’t remember seeing cards laying by my bedside when I had a reaction to the medication. I don’t remember going to the desk the night my Mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer and seeing card games going on. I don’t remember hearing ‘Your turn’ as my Mom was being given chemo and radiation. I don’t recall someone saying, ‘Can you hold my cards so I can hold your mom’s hand while she’s sick?’ Do you know what I recall? All the nurses with both hands holding mine each time I gave birth to my sweet babies. The nurse who stood in the bathroom with me and gave me a shower after my C-section. The nurse that sat with me in the hallway at the hospital when I couldn’t hold back the tears because I wasn’t sure my mom was ever coming home again. The nurse who helped carry my mom ...