Glimmers of Hope And A Journey Wrapped in Love
She spoke softly and hesitantly as I worked through my list of triage questions. We reviewed her medical history and I discovered she’d had a heart attack with full cardiac arrest. I stared at her young face.
“You’re too young to have this history!” I exclaimed. She nodded, and in her quiet voice told me about collapsing at the doctor’s office. Her heart had stopped pumping. The staff were not accustomed to such excitement and it took them a while to get the equipment and processes started to save her life. “So I was dead for like 10 minutes,” she said softly.
I knew the line for triage was growing, but couldn’t help asking. “Did you see that light at the end of the tunnel or anything?” She sat silently for a minute and nodded. “Yeah”, she glanced down. “I saw a light and I felt completely enveloped in Love. I didn’t used to believe in God or anything, but now… there must be something.”
The experience made her rescue almost frustrating. She finds herself alive but in a broken body, living with the scars of her brush with death. She longs for the light that held her so tenderly. But she figures she must be alive for a reason.
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I don’t remember a lot of faces, but I remember his. He looks at me out of yellow eyes set in flesh yellowed by terminal cancer. Behind the unnatural hue of his eyes grief mingles with fear. Sitting around his hospital room, his family have been discussing life after death. He chuckles but then his countenance grows heavy and even his eyes seem to sigh.
“I guess I’ll find out pretty soon.”
I’m not good with heavy moments. But I pull up my little round stool on wheels and lean on the rail of his bed. I look in his sad face. I tell him the story of the young girl whose journey started in Love. And there behind the yellow and the grief and the fear I see something new- a glimmer of hope.
Beautiful ❤️
Keep these stories Merrily! When Susan Peterson was dying of cancer I called everyone I knew that had these experiences and spoke these into her while she was dying. We all are going to face this event and it is the unknown for us. We rely on faith for the future after death, but we should be holding tightly onto what is right, who is the source of life, and what our faith should be in while we are living. These testimonies help reaffirm that our decisions while living should be tempered with greater consideration for the life after death and who we are accountable to!A career choice is a fleeting decision compared to that of eternity, but yet we let the fleeting things take higher priority over those of eternal value.
I had a experience. A Olympic biker got hit by a car. he was on lots of pain meds.came to a private hospital. 2 of us nurses were on afternoon shift. We had the teenager floor. He came up the nursing station. Punches the other nurse, she’s out cold slide down the wall to the floor, then turns around, and headed towards me.
I was 6 months pregnant at the time.
So I said in a loud voice. Get down to your room right away. I always talked to the teenager very softly, so that startle him. Said a little prayer to God I hope he doesn’t turn around & come back. Phoned security stat. Went over to my co-worker nurse tried to get her to wake up. Then security phoned 911. She was taken to hospital,
I stayed with the security guard, we went down to his room. Security stayed outside his room.
And I finished my shift.
I returned the next day, read his chart deeper, with meetings the doctors slowly took off his meds slowly, He was a lot better, he did not remember that he did that. He apologized many times to both of us, working that night.
He went back training for the Olympics.
I told my co-worker nurse from England.
God was definitely, with us that night.
She returned to the same floor after a few days,
Every incident is different. After my baby girl was born. I didn’t go back to the hospital full time. I did private nursing, one patient only. I did miss the kids, that were good all the time.
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