using the arrow buttons.
by clicking on the page.
the page around when zoomed in by dragging it.
the zoom using the slider when zoomed-in.
by clicking on the zoomed-in page.
by entering text in the search field, and select "This Issue" or "All Issues"
by clicking on thumbnails to select pages, and then press the print button.
displays sections with thumbnails and descriptions.
displays a slider of thumbnails. Click on a page to jump.
allows you to browse the full archive.
about your subscription?
Lions Roar : July 2011
SHAMBHALA SUN JULY 2011 70 We worked together on our rounds, changing sheets, taking temperatures, emptying urine from bloated Foley cath- eter bags. Edith wrote me little notes: “Dear Elizabeth, you are cordially invited to a Foley Cocktail Party!” Blanche was a patient who had come in for a gallbladder operation months ago and been brain- damaged by the anesthesia. We changed her sheets and turned her so she wouldn’t get bedsores. She spent her waking hours wordlessly howling, except for when Edith said, “Blanche, Blanche, what’s the matter, baby?” Blanche grew silent and turned her unseeing eyes in the direction of Edith’s voice. A young black man was admitted with a gunshot wound. He had to use a bed- pan. Edith tended to him with the gentle- ness of an angel. “He likes to keep himself clean. He doesn’t like to be dirty.” Mrs. Clarke was the nursing supervi- sor. She had risen through the ranks and was a blend of skill and compassion. Every night she stopped in at the nurse’s station to shoot the breeze with the other RNs. She guided me through my menial tasks. She didn’t hesitate to call me on the car- pet if I hadn’t been working hard enough or to compliment me when I’d done well. She set a standard that I tried to reach. She wanted my help with a man who had had a colostomy, but first she asked me, “Are you sure you can handle this? It’s a pretty rough sight.” After we had emp- tied the colostomy bag and resealed the opening into his abdomen, she shook her head. “That man is riddled with cancer, and he never complains.” Her nurse’s uniform was spotless and starched, her cap always pinned in place. We didn’t see doctors on the night shift. Instead, Mrs. Clarke ran a universe of pa- tients in intensive care, newborn babies and their mothers, starving children, accident victims, and every possible condition, from the dying to the merely malingering. At the end of the summer, Mrs. Clarke invited the staff to a cookout at her house. I asked Edith if she was going. She didn’t look at me when she said, “No, I’m busy that day.” Long-time, Vegan Vipassana Meditator seeks a kindred spirit to share his life with. He balances his serious practice with his vocation as an eco-conscious real estate entrepreneur. He desires to co-create a relaxed and contemplative lifestyle with his life partner. Also enjoys travel and sports. She is a dedicated vegan and vipassana practitioner who radiates compassion and inner beauty. She is energetic, charismatic, humble, generous and warm from the inside out. KIKELLEHERINTERNATIONAL www.Kelleher-International.com Exquisite Matchmaking Since 1986 Is this you or someone you know? BEVERLY HILLS • SAN FRANCISCO • NEW YORK • CHICAGO • WEST PALM BEACH BOSTON • LAS VEGAS • DALLAS • HOUSTON • LA JOLLA • SCOTTSDALE WASHINGTON DC • MIAMI • DENVER • S EATTLE • STOCKHOLM • LONDON 1 (800) 401-Match PLEASE ASK FOR MIA MEET AN AMAZING MAN