Mary Dixon was 8 years old when her grandmother, Mary Walton, had a stroke and moved in with the family. The elder woman first relied on a cane, then leg braces, then a walker, but ultimately became bedridden and required total care from Dixonâs mother, Betty Walton, her daughter-in-law.
The learning curve that care required, recalled Dixon â who served as chief nursing officer at UVA Health for the past four years and earns a Doctor of Nursing Practice degree from the School of Nursing this spring â was steep, but not weighty. Dixon remembers the era filled with fun, tenderness and laughter. When the family took car trips, for example, Dixonâs father would nestle Dixonâs grandmother on a mattress and nest of blankets in the back of their Rambler station wagon. Whenever the elder Mary needed something â a sip of water, a snack, company, or a bedpan â a young Dixon would scramble around the back, swing open the door, and hop back inside to help.
âWas it a chore? Never,â Dixon explained. âIt was part of our family, and part of life.â
Later, when Dixon enrolled at Catholic Universityâs nursing program (âMy grandmother, who died in my freshman year of college, was thrilled,â she recalled), she grew interested in fields like hospice and elder care that her peers sometimes eschewed. She tended to dying patients and families with social workers, her first exposure to interprofessional practice, a concept she would come to champion in the coming decades. As a student, Dixon offered bedside care, but also attended funerals, wrote cards and made home visits. She learned to listen intently, develop a compassionate presence, have frank conversations and probe gently when necessary. Dixon relished the expanse of her nursing education, and even watched one of the first open-heart surgeries ever done, standing rapt through the 13-hour procedure.

