The fear of a nurse

I sit in my car in the employee's garage of the hospital where I have worked for the past twenty five years. It is the same hospital where I was born fifty two years ago. The place where I held and looked into my daughters eyes for the first time when they were born. The same place where I held my mothers hand and looked into her eyes as she took her last breath years ago. The place where I have helped save lives and comfort the dying. I sit in my car before my shift, taste of fear in my mouth, heart and mind racing with anxiety, Fear for my families safety if I bring the virus home, fear for my own well being, my co-workers, fear for the fragile and weak that pass through the hospital doors. I breathe in, I breathe out. Then in I go.

This story is part of a Healthcare Workers collection.