As I lay in my hospital room at Stony Brook Medical Center, after a significant car crash, immobilized by a fractured clavicle on my left shoulder and six fractured ribs on my right side, I am happy to be alive. After 10 years of fighting for patients’ rights and improved conditions in hospitals in different parts of the country for my dear Bernie, I am truly grateful for the level of skill and caring right here in Suffolk County that I have experienced. I know it has helped speed up my recovery and ameliorate my pain.
I find it so interesting that our Home Decorating Club has so many members who are nurses and now I can clearly understand why. The nurturing instinct clearly is the common denominator in both professions and brings people to a healthier state.
While designers don’t deal with life and death situations, (although some clients might disagree), they clearly affect the health and well-being of the people they serve. The nursing profession helps heal the sick. Designer’s help people stay well, organized, focused and empowered. Nurses administer the “magic” pills that lessen pain and ward off prophylactically other potential complications. Designers’ “magic” pills are space plans that provide for practical needs and an organized comfortable life – with color as its best friend, as well as an arsenal of other “tricks”.
People say I work a long and hard week, but the joy I feel seeing a project come to fruition is a reward unto itself. The 12 hour nursing care shifts I saw come and go on the 18th floor @ Stony Brook Hospital never ceased to amaze me. They were unfailingly devoted at the start and at the finish even though they had to be dog tired.
Living for a week in an environment that I curiously am working to improve through designs on fabrics with anti-microbial properties, opened my eyes to the great need and importance of the success of this project. To think that I might in the near future help to save lives while providing design elements heretofore unexplored is quite something.
For now I am looking forward to getting back to work even though I’m not physically able to get around. The outpouring of love and concern from clients, sources, home decorating club members, friends and family has been truly humbling.
My amazing staff who has rallied in so many ways above and beyond their job descriptions has once again shown me how truly blessed I am, and my son Jason, who has lived a nightmare of a week along with my nephew, Alan, who has supported us emotionally and been there for me have proved once again how very special they are. My son David, who has made Bangkok a telephone call away multiple times daily, will be arriving shortly.
All in all, life is good and precious. Our homes are our safe haven for our families whom we must treasure, even when they exasperate us, and the kindnesses large and small, we can and should do, dearly matter. To Carmen, the good Samaritan who held my hand at the accident scene and told me I was going to be fine, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Although I don’t know who you are, I shall never forget you.
To all my dear client Miriam whose email, one of hundreds I received while in the hospital, summed it all up; - “Get out of there. There are still too many ugly houses on Long Island!” – I promise you, I’ll do my best to rectify the situation.