First Person

I wasn’t sure my hands were worthy of a blessing. Then I heard: “Bless these hands and the work they perform,” and I got misty-eyed.

I don’t perform direct patient care; I’m a writer. But I learned that the annual Blessing of Hands is for all of us.

Christmas Village, benefiting the Vanderbilt Bill Wilkerson Center, is one of the oldest philanthropic events in Nashville. For many, it has been a family tradition for generations.

A story of love, and loss, and shopping

Learning how to “Stop the Bleed” is something we all can do

Stop the Bleed courses, like those taught at Vanderbilt University Medical Center, teach any of us – even those without medical training – how to save some of those lives.

Last Christmas, I knew a liver transplant was my only chance to survive. This holiday, I’m alive because of the ultimate gift.

It never leaves my thoughts that someone I don’t know made it possible for me to still be here.

Allie had a stroke when she was 2 years old. Her doctor tells the story of her resilience and her family’s love.

Allie had a blood clot deep in her brain and had only a 5 percent chance of survival.

A memoir of the COVID years: a Vanderbilt ICU nurse remembers patients who died, families who wept, and discovers the importance of hearing “thank you” and caring for herself

“I realized that my mechanism of avoiding and ignoring death in the workplace had taken its toll on me.”

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