She got herself in a little bit of trouble last night and had to get mittens stuck on her hands. She’s not allowed to grab and rub at the itchy things in her nose-nose.
Unless I really stop to think about it, I have no idea what day it is, how long we’ve been here, or that a world exists outside of these hallways. Just when I start to get bitter and angry about feeling like I’ve been physically and emotionally thrown down several flights of stairs, I hear the woman’s story about her 9 month old son who is already on his 5th heart surgery… The family whose baby boy is being dismissed with hospice on Tuesday because they’ve been told there’s nothing more that can be done… The families who have lived here for not just a few days, but months. Years even… The kind and dedicated nurse whose own father is undergoing treatment for leukemia. One minute he was a successful surgeon, the head of urology here at Children’s, the next minute he’s diagnosed with leukemia and fighting for his life. I’m angry at myself for having even a smidgeon of discontent, slapped back into the reality of just how abundantly blessed I am. How fragile this fleeting life is, I marvel to my disheveled reflection in the stark bathroom’s mirror. No matter what this life brings, I trust God.
He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
(Psalm 46:10 NIV)
The fevers have returned. Her little body fights fiercely and mightily. Please continue to pray for Nora. While you’re on the “phone” with God, if you wouldn’t mind praying for Nathan, for Samson, and for Dr. Sheldon and their families. I know they would appreciate it!