Mar 26, 2013 - 1:37 pm
March 23rd would have been my Dad's 73rd birthday. He was diagnosed with stage 3 Pancreatic Cancer on Feb 19th, 2012. I spent last March 23rd with him in the Emergency Room. The nurses were great and came in and sang Happy Birthday to him. One of them was from Scotland and when she was done singing she started to tell him what a great number 23 is. When she said that we both looked at each other and laughed and then she said Let me tell you about 23 ...she said My birthday is Nov 23rd to which I replied so is mine, then she said My son's birthday is Aug 23 to which I said So is my husband's and my niece's, she said The last place I lived was # 23 something street...and my dog was born on Feb 23...She says 23 is my lucky # and I said it's ours too and then told her my daughter was born on July 23, which is also my wedding anniversary and my son was born on June 23rd and the Quarterhorse I used to have was born on April 23rd...She just burst out laughing and said I can't compete with you guys...I would see her a lot after that in the halls when I had Dad down at the hospital for different tests...She would always laugh and say " Hey 23 how is everything going? She was a really great person and excellent nurse too and even though Dad spent the day in the ER on his birthday I think he had a better birthday then he anticipated. I can't believe that was a year ago already...I really miss him a lot. But it did cheer me up some this weekend thinking about the kindness and laughter the nurses brought to him that during such a rough time in his life...