‘No Illusion of Forever’: A Mother and Nurse Makes Every Day Count
As a nurse in my early twenties, I worked with kids with cystic fibrosis (CF). At that time, we were just beginning to see some teens and young adults in our CF clinic. I was close to them in age, and friendships naturally developed. Some never even reached their twentieth year. I had never seen people my age die, and although as a nurse I knew this was possible and even likely because of their illness, every death was shocking to me.
It’s hard, then, for me to imagine how it must feel to have siblings with a terminal disease. It seems to me that losing just one brother or sister early in life would be devastating. What if you watched six die?
A childhood punctuated with loss.
In this month’s Reflections column, “No Illusion of Forever,” author and nurse Elizabeth Bruno shares her memories of her time with the brothers she lost to agammaglobulinemia. The earliest death was a brother who died at ten years of age; the longest living was her oldest brother, who lived to the age of thirty.