The recently ended nurses strike in New York City made this writer reflect on what nurses have meant to him in some of the darkest days of his.

27 Feb 2026 | 06:34

In my mind they are my nurses, probably because they were there for me in my darkest days.

They were on hand, for example, back when my father was lying in a bed, dying, gasping and doing the death throttle—that awful breathing-but-just-barely sound that someone really should have warned me about beforehand....