Thursday, October 3, 2013
When "ICU" at a Hospital Means "I See You"
Just 12-hours ago I was being transported on a wheeled bed to the surgery wing at Virginia Mason. I had less than an hour's notice that that the schedule had been changed. I had people to notify and documents to create so that Dr Michael Neely could teach my seminar in Yakima this weekend. So much to do and so little time. Thankfully the nurse was able to contact my parents and daughters to notify them of the change, but only my parents and daughter, Sara, were able to make it in time to hug and kiss me before surgery. Mom, Dad and Sara took turns visiting with me in the patient prep room before I was taken in. As tears of fear began to overwhelm me, my mother took my hand and began to pray. Mom has always been a prayer warrior, taking everything to the Father. When she finished praying, and said "amen," I was filled with peace.