I woke up feeling blue but felt better after
praying and reading Psalms 138 and 139. I was physically weak and I decided then and there
to take better care of myself, force myself to eat and rest more. I could not
afford to be ill. Not at this time.
When I went in to see Kechi, I notice that her
temperature was down but her face was bleeding in some places. It appeared that
this was because of the cleaning of her facial burns. This bleeding was
supposed to be a good sign. I remember the plastic surgeon saying that they
would debride her face because they wanted it to bleed. I was quite sure he
told me why, but at that point, for the life of me, I could not remember why
Kechi's face bleeding was a good thing. I had trusted them thus far and
resolved to continue to trust them.
The nurse on duty said that Kechi had had those
breathing problems again the previous night. They had called in her doctor, who
gave her a muscle relaxant which put her in an even deeper sleep so they could
control her. Personally, I think Kechi was just fed up with the tube in her
throat and wanted it out.
I sat by her and prayed until one of the nurses
came to sit by me and encouraged me to hang in there. She said she had noticed
that I was not looking my best that morning and told me to stay strong. I was
very touched. One thing I noticed in Milpark Hospital was that all the staff,
not just the nurses, were very empathetic. They genuinely cared about, not just
their patients, but also the families. Here I saw that nursing is a calling,
not just a job...
To Be Continued...
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