Finding grace. In the midst of a doctors appointment turned admission to the ICU and surgery for a lumbar drain, I broke away to see if I could secure a room at the Inn at the hospital. These are rooms set aside for families of patients having surgery who are from out of town. Rarely are there any rooms available. But this time there was! Grace unfolding.
Day two in the hospital. My husband had the same nurse again. We were visited by the case nurse who happened to be the nurse assigned to him in the ICU from his surgery a few months back that helped to get my husband healing in a way that he was able to be transferred from the ICU to the acute care floor. We gave hugs all around and then she and my husband had a conversation about PTSD. She said that she needed to hear what they had said in their talk and felt blessed to have heard that from him. We also happened to be in the same room as the last time. Grace unfolding.
I broke away once again about mid day to see if I could secure a room at the Inn again for that night. The day before there had been a cancellation for just that night. I was able to secure a room for the next 3 nights. Grace unfolding. In the midst of this there was a woman who was very stressed behind me at the reception window of the Inn, who was also trying to secure a room. She seemed so scared and so new to this experience. I knew exactly what she was feeling. I stopped and laid my hand on her arm and told her about another hotel (the one that I and my son had stayed at before). She mentioned she didn't have a car and I informed her that they catered to the families of patients and had a shuttle. Then I told her that I knew it didn't seem like it right now but things would work themselves out. Squeezed her arm, gave her a small smile and walked away to allow her to talk with the Inn keeper. Who had just had a cancellation and she was able to stay. Grace filled.
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