She asked. I didn’t. What I really wanted to do was to wrap her in an invisibility cloak that her cystic fibrosis couldn’t find, her mother couldn’t hurt, and unkind eyes couldn’t pierce. I wanted her to be invisible to all except that which is kind and good and soft. Instead, I could only see. I could only see through the treatments. I could only see through the cystic fibrosis. I could only see through the pain. When I looked at her, I could only see a human whose greatest necessity was not an invisibility cloak. I could only see a human whose greatest necessity was to be loved.
“I’d love to”, I said passionately as I put on my own invisibility cloak in the form of an isolation gown.
With love, Nursing 