More Than Pretty: A Daughter’s Reflection
by Trish Cantillon I watched nervously as the nurse flicked the veins on my mom’s arm, trying desperately to get an IV in. “What am I going to do with you, Miss Joaun? These veins keep collapsing!” the nurse said. My mom was recuperating in a rehab facility from a fractured pelvis and newly diagnosed hypertension which came with a salt-restricted diet which she refused to eat. She’d been there for a couple weeks but was not getting any better….