It looks like they weren't kidding about some snow.... |
Feeling warm and cozy inside, starting to snow outside. |
Always plenty of books to read. |
And candles for atmosphere. |
Ready for anything.... |
My plans were to stay in, write, read, enjoy the fireplace all day long-
Instead, I wrote this....
Instead, I wrote this....
I’m sitting in another
hospital room. My brother is wired to machines and nurses search for veins in
his strong arms. He sucks oxygen to counteract the carbon monoxide he inhaled
when he sat for two hours in his road grader, waiting for the weird pain in his
arms to pass. He was having a heart attack.
Twenty five years ago, our father was hiking in New
Zealand and had "indigestion" for three days. After he and our mother returned
home, she insisted on a doctor’s visit and he had had a significant heart
attack.
I was surprised when I
walked down the hospital hall to my brother's room. It was a bittersweet sadness that
crept over me. For months a hospital, not this hospital but another, had been my familiar
place, the place of fear and comfort for my husband and me.
And all hospitals feel the same.
Do doctors and nurses feel at home at
any hospital? Ho do they respond to the smells, the squeak of shoes on tile
floors, the underlying burble of voices and pages? Do they feel the fear, the hope, the weight of emotions as our babies are born, our elders die and the rest of us fight for the life that is
left to us?
So today, my plans have changed, the weather continues to storm outside and once again, I am in a hospital. But this time a life has been saved- perhaps changed forever but saved. My brother's heart had minimal damage, he is lucid and harassing his nurses, and should go home this week. Connie, his wife, is shook but calm now that she is with him. We are in the calm, literally in the midst of a storm. God is good.
And we never know when our days are not what we expect.
We have hope because of a baby that came- without the benefit of a hospital. His grace needs only a needdy heart. |
So glad your brother is okay. Love Mary in the window with Jesus.
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