“We wouldn’t use valuable hospital space if we were in the business just to sober people up.”
Five to seven days
The alcoholics Dr. Bob brought to St. Thomas Hospital in Akron didn’t get their own ward all at once. By 1941, Darrah writes, they had a four-bed room, number 228. Then the head of nursing complained that her nurses hadn’t trained to treat drunks, and the hospital’s new superior told Sister Ignatia to stop. She asked the superior, “Why was our community established if not to administer to the body and reach the soul?” and won. Another room, across the corridor, made six beds, but other patients resented the AA men’s visitors at all hours, and some doctors and nurses grumbled about beds wasted on drunks. So she bargained the six beds away for a wing nobody liked working in, behind heavy double doors and out of the nurses’ sight. The ward opened there on April 19, 1944, with Sister Ignatia, the nun from the admitting office, in charge: eight beds, one of them a cot kept for emergencies, a coffee bar, a lounge for visitors, a refrigerator and a door of its own into the chapel’s choir loft.
The flower room, in I Just Work Here, tells how it began and what its rules were. This is the ward as she saw it. At first she and Dr. Bob tried to give each patient privacy for his AA visitors, but they found the men did better two or four to a room. Helping one another, she said, kept a man “so busy assisting others that he does not have time to think of a drink.”
She put more weight on the spiritual side than many others did, and she believed Dr. Bob did too. That door to the chapel’s gallery let patients slip in whenever they liked, still in their hospital clothes. “I feel all these people run away from God,” she said. She told them to “begin to bend our knees instead of our elbows.” But she knew how to make the point to each person. Morris, a Jewish patient, felt out of place at St. Thomas. When the others went to the chapel, she suggested he kneel by his bed and pray to God as he understood Him. After that, an Akron member remembered, Morris and his wife thought her a saint.
She helped patients with the Fourth Step, an honest written inventory of themselves, and showed them how to deal with resentment and anger. She set great store by the Ninth Step, making amends to the people they had harmed, and by the 1950s she felt it wasn’t stressed the way it had been. Some of the first men came back to tell her how it had gone. She remembered one saying, “Do you know, I have the finest feeling. I feel that they are my best friends.”
Early on, Dr. Bob looked over most new patients himself. Some mornings, after his rounds, he told her, “Sister, that monkey up there doesn’t want the program.” She would plead the man’s case: a wife and family, a job at stake. Dr. Bob would shake his head. “Sister, he just isn’t ready.” He was always right, she said, and she learned that pushing the program on anyone did no good. When patients worried her, she didn’t want to trouble him with every worry, so she called his wife, Anne S. Anne would take it up with him and call back with advice, and Sister Ignatia came to rely on her calm good sense.
She often took patients on a “pay later” basis, Bill W. wrote, which sometimes worried the trustees, and when men went home to other cities, she kept writing to them. And she worked on their families. The day before a man went home, she had his wife come in. What happened next is best told the way she told it.
It’s the day before a man goes home from Sister Ignatia’s alcoholic ward. She has sent for his wife.
The wife says she doesn’t want to see him. She’s through with him. Sister Ignatia doesn’t make her. She only asks her to come and talk. Wouldn’t it be worth one more chance? Put the past behind you, she says, and we’ll give you back the man you married.
When she’s done, she adds: but of course, you won’t want to see him. Well, says the wife, maybe he won’t want to see me.
In a corner of the ward, Sister Ignatia tells the husband his wife is here. Of course, he won’t want to see her. He says he’s too ashamed to face her. So she brings him in, and stays until the two of them start to talk. Then she says she has to go and answer the phone. And she leaves them alone.