Millie Cumming

It was 1984. I was on the cusp of living or not living.
I was in intensive care, and I could see the graphs and numbers on the monitors.
Working in health care, I should have been terrified, but there was that bright white warm light surrounding me. I felt loved and totally cared for.  There was nothing to fear.  All was well.  Now in this pandemic, I think of those in intensive care, also on the cusp.  I wish for them that light and warmth, and hope that regardless the outcome, that they too will feel that love.