The Lord is never late, He is always on time
And I would like to believe that, because today’s story was dated back from New Year’s Eve, am I too late for that? I don’t think so… so here we go…
* play some random flashback sound effects *
”Long, long, time ago, in a far away land, full of maple syrups and maple trees…”
Wait, stop, seriously, here it is.
I don’t talk much of what I do in life unless necessary. I answer questions like:
“Where do you work? What do you do?” with
“I work for the Lord!” Amen!
Not because I’m ungrateful; Oh dear, trust me, it was a rough road for me to get where I’m at, I can only hear the word GRACE very loud, but because the testimony is reserved for another time to tell.
So, just like any soldier, as a warrior of the Army of the Lord, I am stationed to work at a hospital. My mission order?
To become a nurse, tadahh.
Where words like:
Presence of Mind
Are very much,
As I’ve said in the beginning, this happened lately, New Year’s Eve, December 31, 2021. I was scheduled to go on night duty, yey!
It was my first time to celebrate it without my family. What can we do? I already accepted that it’s part of the job. Duty calls. It wasn’t that sad. In fact, I was thrilled. This is something new for me and I love adventures. I love to experience new things. But what I did not expect was what happened to me that midnight.
I started my shift receiving a “comfort care” patient, meaning patients who chose DNR [do not resuscitate] or refuses further medical procedures. They are patients who are expected to die, because there’s nothing we can do to help except relieving them from pain and allow them to be as comfortable as possible. They usually have few more days/hours to live, have bad prognoses and are not getting any better.
Sadly, the old lady, 94 years old, died few minutes after I received reports. I allowed her family to grieve and said a little prayer. Even if it seems like they have accepted the situation, they still cried when they realized she’s gone. But whenever they talk to me, they would really toughen up their faces and were even able tell me the words “God bless you”. It seems like they were peaceful about it and that they were sure that she lived a good life and where she was headed next. Wow.
The family left after a while since it was New Year’s Eve and maybe they have somewhere else to be. But as for me, I have other patients to take care of. The thing is, when I am at work, I tend to forget the events outside. Work-mode-on. So, the night must go on, to the extent that I forgot that we were about to enter 2022. While holding the body bag to wrap her with, I headed to room 1349, where my dead patient was. The next thing I knew, my colleagues were doing the count down in the station and there I was, wrapping a dead body. Just wow, how could I forget?! I could’ve done this a little later, right?
What a way for me to celebrate and welcome the New Year, Lord!
I just smiled at my very odd situation.
The very next shift, January 1, 2022, the first day of the year, was still a work time for me. I was looking forward meeting my old set of patients (which is usually the case) but to my surprise, due to some license differences, I was one of the nurses who’s only allowed to receive a post CCU [critical care unit] patient on my list. I was a bit nervous about meeting this one. Hello? Didn’t I just had a dead patient last night? And now they’re giving me another critical patient. I mean it happens but…
Of course, I’m not freaking out at all!
Upon entering room 1349, yes it was the exact same room, I was given the report that he has a developmental delay, and to be more specific, it was Trisomy 22. Out of curiosity, I googled it and I was stunned. I found out that newborns who have this diagnosis have a life expectancy or are expected to die within 3-4 days after they were born. The longest one recorded, yet, was 3 years maximum. Because right in front of me is a 34 years old patient.
I am literally staring at a miracle. Just, wow.
After some time. I still can’t get over the fact that I am experiencing this kind of amusement in my life. And to even think that it all happened in one same room. Two different years. The last day and the first day. One patient after the other. One life after another.
After death comes a new miraculous life.
And so the Lord reminded me of the following verses:
I did not cry.
It was such a great reminder for me personally to really start this year on a clean slate. Not just for me but also for you who is reading this. Just like Room 1349, we were once a place of death but now is a place of an extraordinary life, through Christ.
When I prayed and cried for this job, I already expected that it encapsulates moments of sacrifice and missing out fun times. But this? I should get used to witnessing miracles. I really thank God, that this post He called me to take, is on a different scope and level. Not everyone is given the chance to experience things like these. Shout out to all healthcare workers out there!
Now then, is it too late for me to greet you with an extra story on the side?
Happy Blessed New Year beloved!
* now playing: Resurrection Power by Chris Tomlin *