I spent time in a hospital today. Spending time is an overstatement, I was there for 6 hours in the Comprehensive Cancer Center at the University of Chicago. Let me first start by saying how professional that hospital is. Everyone was kind, not the “you have cancer” sympathy kindness…. But REAL kindness. The kindness I miss seeing having grown up in Michigan…. The kindness that I hardly ever see in Los Angeles. Everyone was compassionate: the nurses, receptionist, anesthesiologist, and the doctor. Basically it’s the place you want to be if you have cancer, because there is a trust and lack of fear that they provide to their patients and the families.
While I was there it felt like a mini Episode of Greys Anatomy, where the hospital staff all knew each other and there was a history beyond their hellos and the conversations that had with other. It was surreal almost because you never imagine seeing your parent who gave birth to and provided life to you… in a gown with their hair covered in one of those surgery coverings. Somehow those surgical covering looks way more scary on people you love than they do on physicians and the actors portraying patients on TV that you have no physical and emotional connection with. That was really for hard for me. I am tearing up just re-living it.
I remember the moment I went back and saw the IV in her arm and then the anesthesiologist came in with three medical students asking a million questions, routine procedure for them but a nightmare for those in surgery. Little did I know my mom agreed to be apart of a research study. I was with her for a while, we made jokes, talked about random things and then she went… They wheeled her bed off down the hall into the surgery room with an army of what seemed like 17 people.
Why so many?!?!?!?
I’m sure it’s normal but it makes you feel the “seriousness”. Felt like an episode of parenthood, which my husband and I watch religiously.
Then I came out to the waiting room, and you wait and wait and wait. The waiting is like INTENSE. Minutes feels like hours, and hours feel like months. I walked past a guy getting treatment and he was younger than my husband. I saw a girl in college with her roommate and her dad, parents waiting for their children and people older than me waiting for their parents. Then it dawned on me, this is serious! I felt so many things when I saw all of those people: I felt angry, sad, happy, blessed and then ultimately hopeful. Hopeful because no matter what people say JESUS already died for us to be healed and have an abundant life. Hopeful because he orchestrated these doctors to care enough about cancer to save lives and give others hope. Hopeful because cancer is not terminal, LIFE is terminal.
I was able to pray with my mom before she went into surgery. Something I’ve never done before. That was cool! I’ve learned from watching her go through this the importance of running to God, remembering that sickness and disease is NOT apart of his plan. Gods power works best in our weakness.
I also had to remind myself that life is short. We have to continue to VIVA LA VIDA!
1. Stress Free- Stress kills and bring sickness, disease and infirmity into our lives. Ultimately stress is brought on by fear. My prayer everyday is for God to continue to perfect his love in me so that all FEAR can be expelled. Make sure to keep a prayer of Faith.
2. Spend TIME, not minutes or an hour but REAL TIME, a commodity and blessing you can never get back with people who are stress and drama free and who love you. We need to make sure that we have friends who edify, uplift, encourage and pray for us. Life is short, I know I don’t need to remind anyone of that.
3. PRAY- always. God hears us, he is listening,
4. Don’t let fear, worry, unbelief, doubt or anxiety about tomorrow rob from you what you have today.
We ALL only have today.
Cancer is not terminal.
Life is terminal.
No one gets out of life alive.
Don’t fear death.
Fear dying and never having lived.