Today was a first for me tears rolled down my face. I had 91 year old women whom I was trying to give an aerosol treatment to, she keep taking off her treatment mask. She was Italian same first name of my recently departed 93 year old Aunt Assunta /Sue. For me it was taking care of my beloved Aunt so I pulled up a chair took her hand in my gloved one and started singing in Italian. She immediately calmed and left the mask alone. So I sat w/ her in my gear seen above singing to her till the treatment was over. I can get through the gear being an old bass choir singer, you will hear me. At the end in a small voice she said you sing beautifully, whatever risks I take they pale in comparison to what I felt , it's all worth it. By 2 Pm it was time for another round I pulled up my chair she reached for my hand I did Latin , Hebrew in choir style & even threw in some JT, "whisper something soft and kind" ( guess the song guys). I see death I see pain I see fear in my patients, myself and co-workers, but this was a day of a small but meaningful triumph , at least for me....................... I can only wish my co-workers in their own ways get these little victories to offset their stress and anguish. The sun will rise I go to bed now , tomorrow once more into the breach but w/ a lighter heart. We shall prevail against this petulance my friends or die trying, I have found renewed strength in the most unlikely place by singing to an old women all alone dying.