Holding

Our surgeon who lost his daughter, seems to be holding together. I've gotten him to smile a bit. Keeping everything flowing, being kind but not conspicuously so. Today, one of our scrub techs "hid" on the wire racks near the front desk, where special sets and supplies are put by various company representatives. With a blanket tied up to he could not be seen. We were just goofing around, and he put one arm up, visible, as though the reps had left an arm for implant. It was a very convincing illusion. The door opened, and I was wary that a patient was being brought through on a gurney to surgery. Instead it was our Surgeon, and I gestured, he looked, and out came a genuine laugh.

Well, he has a wife, a child and a dog, they need him to sometimes not to be grieving dad. Still, we all want him to feel cared for, and make him laugh a bit.

Laughter will help with grief. Always does. Not to get rid of it, but to sustain one while going through it. He seems to know this, and that we care about him.