"Holding on to Angels' Wings" has been my whisper of hope as I stepped into this unknown and scary world of beating cancer. As a young person my faith was strong and my voice rang with assurance that God would protect me from life's misery yet in spite or despite this naive view life's tough lessons along the way have taught me God does a lot more shepherding than protecting. Understanding God's mercy is very perplexing. But rather than get stuck on this point I accept in faith God knows best. I am thankful for all your prayers of intercession on my behalf. The day to day care I've experienced has been evidence of God's shepherding, and there are no finer shepherds than nurses.
I've always had great appreciation for nurses, their training and professionalism. My time in the hospital both with pancreatitis and having the whipple surgery gave me first hand an appreciation for nursing being a vocation. With their humanness and empathy towards the human spirit, their readiness to do anything to help, I felt as if angels were holding me close. Not always was I cooperative, in fact at times I shamefully must say I was combatant, yet each nurse did their job with the utmost respect for me. From Jennifer, Raphael, Heather ...... You know one tool that struck me was their human touch. From holding my hand, a lingering rub of my shoulder, to physically lifting, nurses connect with you in a physical way. It's a contact sport. Not in a perverse way, sadly this notion has all but banned touching in the human service and teaching fields but to have permission to connect as humans through touch is remarkable. Let's just say I've turned into a hugging kind of guy -holding on to angels every chance I get.
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