For the Therapy Department, I have nothing but praise. Diana, a physical therapist, was at Brigham in 2004 with my dad. Christine, PT, is the overseer of the department and Holly plus Kim, occupational therapists. Kim was my OT and was phenomenal. Therapy was five days a week, twice a day with exercises on my own anywhere from two or three times a day. I got a kick out of Kim’s expressions if she saw me “sneaking in an extra movement” (that I shouldn’t be doing). She was quiet when I first met her. Heh! Heh! I had a joke that my oxygen level was always at 98-100 percent because I talk and laugh a lot. She and I worked well together and she got me so well that I could leave rehab after four weeks and five days.
Management at Brigham is ever present. Steve, the administrator, always greets everyone and he was kind enough to lend me the book about the history of the Will’s House and family, now Brigham Manor.
Barbara, the head nurse, was on my floor every day. Lee-Ann from payroll came in to say hi several times. She too was at Brigham when my parents resided there. Holly Dawes, the social worker, who made more than one effort to make me comfortable and prepared the paperwork for Angels at Home to help with my home care.
Then there’s John Silva in maintenance. I shall never forget how wonderful he was with my parents’ special needs. If something broke he was there in a shot. His sense of humor was a relief to my dad and John opened up my father’s personality more than anyone. This February I watched him go through his daily routine. He came in during the blizzard and put in many hours. We lost lights in the neighborhood and he was there in no time flat (this was another incident). He rewired the hallways so all equipment could be used off the generator. Then another snowstorm and once again, many long hours. I never saw him refuse a need.
An ode to the kitchen. The meals were well-made and I enjoyed them all. It was fun to see the girls after so many years.
I would recommend Brigham Manor Rehab to everyone who feels like “going home.”
Sara-Anne Eames lives in Newburyport.