Call me a glutton for punishment. Even when I think my world is going as it should be, there are days where I wonder if I have chosen the wrong profession.
Yet I cannot think of that: saving lives should be my first priority (and it is). Then you have days where everything seems to fall into place, and people you thought who were going to die end up surprising you in the most unexpected ways; it makes my job worthwhile.
Such as the case when my friend M'Buti Moore had necrotizing fasciitis. For months we battled for this young woman's life. No matter how much we did for her, nothing seemed to ease her suffering, but then she had surgery, and for the first time in over a year, she was without blinding pain that threatened to control just about every area of her life. That has been several years now; the young mother is living proof of "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger".
Or when some of my own kids were facing their own health battles. There is nothing more helpless to a mother than to watch her very own children fighting for every ounce of their lives and not knowing what the outcome would be. God somehow heard my most desperate prayers and He brought them through the valley of death. My children have grown into champions of courage in ways that doctors said that they never would or could.
I have seen people burned beyond recognition or people with just about every bone in their body broken; when doctors were ready to write them off, I would stay with them and offer my prayers. God heard my prayers because these people are still alive. Saw one of my patients the other day at the store; the man had been burned over 70 percent of his body in a fiery car crash. The man is now heavily scarred for the rest of his life, but he is very happy to be alive and every day he thanks God for his survival.
Another time I saw a man who had a broken neck. Doctors said he'd never walk. Two months later, I saw him at church. He was wearing a traction halo and was walking with a cane, but the fact of the matter was this: he was walking under his own power. He was not paralyzed. It was only by a miracle that he wasn't.
I don't know why God allows some people to live beyond devastating illnesses or injuries, but He has a reason for their survival. On the other hand, He allows other people to die; it's a part of His plan. While most mortal men cannot fathom God's reasonings, He knows what he is doing. It is up to us to trust in Him, completely and fully, and know that no matter how bad it may look now, God is in control.
It's like when a child is born so handicapped he or she cannot do anything but lie there. Most parents would probably give up on their child or give them up. That's okay. Not many people can handle that. I know; I've been there. Yet God saw my heart (to have a family), so He brought me and my husband children nobody else wanted, and we became a family. I have learned to see the beauty and potential in all of my children, and every day I thank God for them. They have grown into beautiful young men and women, and I am proud to be their mother.
My children, even the most handicapped ones, have overcome so much, and they have surpassed any and all predictions put on them by their doctors. They are my miracle children, and they are what make me proud to be a mom. I love all of my children with a fierce love that nobody can ever take away!
Well, I am at work as I write this. It is time for me to get back on the clock; break time is about over. I will write in here again another day. Until then, this is Louisiana Sandusky saying so long! God bless and talk to you soon!
~Louisiana Sandusky, R.N., Nashville, Tennessee. :)