Angel In Scrubs

PART OF THE "Call Mama" story. My infant son lay in a hospital, kept alive only by the machines that breathed for him. We had to make a decision to turn the machines off or not. I felt the need to just go someplace for a short while and drown my grief in my tears. This was the day the awful decision must be made. In addition to my need for solitude, I felt it would be damaging to other parents who had children in critical condition there for me to release my sorrow in their presence. I had no wish to remind these people just how fragile the life of their child was and that they, too, were hanging onto life by a thin thread. I sobbed uncontrollably for what seemed like an eternity. Such a terrible decision to have to reach, whether or not to turn off my little son's life support. Many people passed by but I hardly saw them. They must have known that someone I loved was at the point of death because of the tears that flowed and the sobs that shook my body. A lady in scrubs sat down on the steps next to me. I noticed that she was not wearing the scrubs normally worn by staff at Hermann. The lady put her arms around me and just held me. When my tears had subsided and I had regained a modicum of control, I told her why I was crying so hard. She listened attentively and then she told me a story of an angel but I do not really remember the contents of the story. After a while she said she must leave to attend a patient. She told me that she was a visiting nurse. She hugged me again and handed me her little plastic box of tissues and departed with a "God bless." That lady had no wings but to me, she was an angel-an angel in scrubs sent by God to comfort me in my hour of darkness. He knew how badly I was hurting and He sent an "angel" to sustain me. Sherri

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