I think we are up to 23 days now in the hospital and I've learned that hospitals are holy and the ground beneath them is watered with tears and blood and sorrow and joy and every other kind of grace imaginable. Day after day people are fighting to live and loved ones are standing by watching the fight. Sometimes watching the fight seems just as laborious and the anguish becomes overwhelming.
Nurses are saints, doctors are sages, and every single hospital employee is a warrior showing us how to be brave. Their ordinary is our extra extraordinary. We freak with every pin prick and they remain calm while witnessing people's most intimate moments, people's last breaths, people's poop, people's pain, people's fright. It's humbling and it is amazing.
I thank God for medical professionals because it takes an anointed and holy person to take care of others like they do. God bless Grandma and ease her pain and suffering.
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