So recently, I was in the hospital for something.
G-d, I hate hospitals, but this time something was going on and I knew I had to go.
I admire all the doctors, nurses, and other health professionals that work there helping people–it is definitely not an easy job.
I watched the other patients–on gurneys, in wheelchairs, laying in the hospital beds, and getting various procedures–and it is eye-opening.
Many people, who are otherwise strong and able-bodied, are reduced to needing help with feeding, going to the bathroom, getting around, and some even just turning over in bed.
I watched the people out of their everyday clothes and forced into hospital gowns–one of the most awful things in terms of our human modesty and dignity.
Then there is the need to have to ask for everything and being reduced to poking, prodding, and vitals checkups at all hours of the day and night.
In one case, they even woke someone up to give them a sleeping pill, true.
Also, when you have to share a room with a stranger with their own various ailments, the quiet time and the privacy to deal with your issues is even less.
Hospital are not a great place for getting rest or for feeling confidant in your abilities–let’s face it, you’re confronting very helplessness itself.
In these circumstances, I found myself getting down about the circumstances and my wife, G-d bless her, said something really smart to me.
She said, “You are better than this,” and I looked up at her feeling physically lousey and emotionally spent, and she repeated, “You are better than this.”
I stopped to not just hear what she was saying, but to really listen–and it was amazing.
She was right, there was nothing to feel bad about. I needed to have faith and believe that all was for the best, and that I was stronger than this test.
A short time has passed, but I will never forget my wife’s words to me–she gave me a great gift and I will always be grateful what she did for me.
(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)