Wellness

[LilacTree]

I've been wrestling with myself on whether to post this experience or not, and I am quite sure I will get some "TMI" responses, but I have decided to tell the story as delicately as I can. I'm assuming we are all grownups and know the facts relating to the human condition.

On my second stay in the hospital in August, the one during which I had the kyphoplasty procedure on my back, I had been two weeks "compacted," mostly because I could not reach my water and also because it tasted awful. The nurses were only allowed to give me laxatives which did not work. They told me hospital rules prevented them from performing anything "intrusive" upon a patient. After two days of the most horrific discomfort I have ever suffered since giving birth, I was totally beside myself. I just laid there in my bed rolling back and forth and moaning. On the second day, out of nowhere a young doctor appeared, in a shirt and dress pants and saw my condition. He said he'd be right back. He came back dressed in surgical clothing and within five minutes solved my problem. It was agonizingly painful, but I just gritted my teeth and hung onto the bar rail of the bed. The relief was immediate. He asked if I was 'okay" and I answered yes. He wrapped everything up and, as he was leaving my bedside, THIS non-believer said very quietly, "sometimes G*d does send angels." He stopped in his tracks, turned around and walked back to me, smiled and rubbed my arm, and I smiled back, no words needed. This was probably the most spiritual thing that has ever happened to me. I don't know where those words came from, but I will never forget this incident or that young doctor.