There Was Nurse
There's much more to Shirley than the fact that she was a nurse, although her colleagues don't think there's more to nursing than what Shirley brought to it. When she retired from Cedars-Sinai Medical Center a few months ago, doctors shook their heads. I like to think Clara Barton, founder of the Red Cross, would have shed a tear. As with Kareem's retirement from basketball, this player was irreplaceable. Dr. Stephen Sacks, a member of the senior attending staff at Cedars-Sinai, said simply: "Her number ought to be retired."
Shirley, doctors and nurses will tell you, was also an anachronism. Oh, it isn't that nurses are any less dedicated these days. It's just that the whole business of health care is almost wholly a business. Too often, it's nursing by the numbers: X patient is treated with X procedure in X amount of time. Dr. Stuart Holden, a Cedars-Sinai urologist who worked with Shirley for 20 years, put it this way:
"With the new concept of managed care, we're treating disease states, rather than patients with illnesses. Heart attack is 2.35 days. Prostate is 1.62 days, and the whole focus is how you manage the patient's illness within an economic framework. Shirley was not like that. She had unbelievable ability to relate to patients, to their pain and suffering, yet she was a really critical observer. She was the patient's advocate."
She was and is also an advocate for people in general, an advocate for the compassionate and constructive part of the human spirit. Friends---even first-time acquaintances---who might not think so highly of themselves, whose goodness is sometimes buried in pain, come away from a talk with Shirley feeling as if they're . . . worthwhile. I've both witnessed and felt the evidence of that very real and remarkable phenomenon.
She grew up the daughter of immigrants who left the Russia-Poland border for the promise of America at the turn of the century. Her mother worked in factories; her beloved "Pop" was in the dairy business. It's probable, says her daughter, that Shirley's relentless generosity came from her father, who gave away milk and eggs during the Depression (much to his wife's irritation.) Shayndele (Yiddish for "pretty one"), as her mom yelled when beckoning Shirley home from hopscotching in the streets, was a good kid. She might dispute this, of course. She likes to claim that one time, at 17, she and her girlfriends went to a bar in Manhattan, drank Calvert and Coke, smoked cigarettes and---gasp---flirted with sailors.
In 1951, with one child in tow and another on the way, Shirley and her chemist husband, Morris, traversed the country in a green Studebaker Commander, not stopping until they hit the Pacific. The family settled in Mar Vista on the west side of Los Angeles, then still liberally composed of bean fields and farms. She resumed her fledgling nursing career at night, worked her nurturing wonders with friends and family by day.
And her uniquely Shirley traits were richly applied
during her 45-year career, first in the United States Cadet Nurse Corps at
Beth Israel Hospital in
New York, where she received her training, later at Mt. Sinai Hospital and County-USC Medical Center
in Los Angeles,
and finally, Cedars-Sinai. It's
not that she performed some spectacular, heroic, film-at-11 act on occasion
(although I'm sure she did). It's that her dedication to the job was the quiet kind of
heroic excellence that never makes for film-at-11. As her great
friend and fellow Cedars-Sinai nurse, Martha Pardo, put it:
And consider this: over the decades, while many other nurses rushed to move up the pay-scale ladder into hospital management, Shirley deliberately stayed behind(!), doing everything required of entry-level nurses, including changing bedpans and sweeping floors. Nothing was too menial. She knew the value of old-fashioned bedside nursing; she respected it as a craft, a service, did not view it as a steppingstone. Doctors routinely wondered why she wasn't head nurse of the hospital. Answer: she didn't want to be.
Even her retirement is something of a statement. With layoffs inevitable, she opted to hang up her blood pressure gauge rather than see a colleague with a family to support lose a job.
But this isn't a story of simple nursing skill. Her clinical acumen, doctors say, was sharper than that of the residents. She would have made a superb doctor. As Dr. Holden said, "When a resident would call me about a problem, I would say, `Have Shirley look at the patient, and if she agrees with you, call me back.' "
Cedars-Sinai Doctors still chuckle at the memory of Shirley's famous summonses---how, if they had rushed through a patient exam, they could count on a page from Shirley before they got around the corner. Something like, "Mr. Schwartz in 312 just had one or two things he didn't understand." As a result, doctors made sure to ask every conceivable question of their patients, in hope that, as one put it, "Shirley wouldn't be tracking you down for the rest of the day." The praise from colleagues is so effusive that more of it must be quoted here:
"There's something about Shirley that made her head and shoulders above, even though she was kind of head and shoulders below everybody else, physically," Dr. Sacks said. "She was one of these kinds of people like Magic Johnson, who had the ability to make everybody around her rise to a higher level, by her abilities. . . . I cannot think of a nurse who could carry her stethoscope."
Dr. Stephen Shapiro knew Shirley as few ever know anyone. Aside from being a colleague and friend since 1967, the veteran Cedars surgeon wound up performing several difficult surgeries on her, at least one of which saved her life. His is perhaps the greatest compliment a health-care worker can receive:
"Patients who are optimistic and like the people who are caring for them at least appear to get better considerably faster. So much of our job is making patients feel good about what's happening to them, and she did that very well. Shirley is good medicine. There are other wonderful nurses, other wonderful doctors, but her loss will always be there."