Patient Stories

Look at Who Needs Help!

This is Kymaera. She suffers from torticollis, a painful condition where the muscles are shortened on one side of her neck resulting from a lack of space her last month in-utero. She had her first appointment here at Eagle Ridge Hospital in the physiotherapy department when she was just 12 days old!

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Wrapped with Love

When patients at Eagle Ridge Hospital are missing family over the holidays, our community and caring staff are wrapping them up in love and a hand-made quilt.  Patients on the Transitional Care Unit (TCU) will keep cosy while wrapped in beautiful quilts. Dianna Rastad, program clerk at Eagle Ridge Hospital has inspired others to give back to Eagle Ridge Hospital and this year, all 26 patients will be receiving lap quilts for their wheel chairs or beds.

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“Little hospital – Big Heart”

Thanks to the heroic efforts of Eagle Ridge Hospital staff, 38-year-old nurse Penny Reed is alive to tell her tale of surviving a life-threatening blood clot in her lung called a pulmonary embolism (full story). Penny’s husband Scott summed up their feelings about the ER staff with glistening eyes, “They’re all saints as far as we’re concerned!”

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Arthur Lyons

On August 13, 2006, a neighbour called to say my brother Frank, age 86, had taken a spell and urged me to come right away. When I got there I found Frank unable to communicate clearly; unable to stand. After an anxious call to 911, an ambulance came quickly and transported him to Eagle Ridge Hospital straight away.

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Caden and Lisa Boesel

Our story began when Caden was only three. Little boys are usually indestructible – full of noise and energy and unstoppable questions. Caden was none of those things right then. He had been ill for three weeks with high fevers, nausea, swelling behind his ear and dehydration that saw him lose 10 lbs. We took him to umpteen doctors and in spite of antibiotics for an ear infection, Caden kept getting worse. He was a sick little boy who couldn’t get the help he needed. Not being able to help him made me feel guilty and vulnerable. The lump had grown to the size of a red golf ball and on February 14, Valentine’s Day, in desperation and not knowing where else to turn, I took him to the Emergency Department at Eagle Ridge Hospital.

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