Thursday, March 28, 2013

Synchronicities, Sutures & Smiles

A few weeks ago I had to have a some biopsies done.  It was a frightening process for me as two weeks prior to my appointment my Uncle Jamie had passed away from the cancerous and often silent killer, melanoma.  It wasn't the first time I had to have something sent to a pathologist, but it was the first time I was seriously concerned. I had some skin changes that definitely needed investigating.

I felt nervous anticipation over the next days while waiting for the results from pathology. The days passed slowly and my mind was filled with the worries and "what-if's". Finally the time had come to have my stitches removed. . . and without a phone call from the Doctor. I reminded myself that in the medical field, no news is usually good news.

Yesterday I returned to the doctor who performed the procedures.  On the way to the follow-up appointment, I tuned in to a local radio station in an attempt to "lighten the mood".  During the five-minute commute, I heard a familiar voice coming through the speakers.  My niece had called in and requested one of my favorite upbeat songs.  The radio announcer played back the recording of my niece's unmistakably sweet southern voice. It made me smile. :)

As I sat in the lobby waiting to be called back, a young father walked out with two little girls, each holding one of his hands. The younger of the two little blonde angels looked right at me, waved and spoke a soft "bye". I lifted my hand to wave back, smiled and returned her goodbye.


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As they approached the door, the little girl started tugging at her Daddy's hand, pulling in my direction. He bent down to her and whispered, "We have to go". She spoke up and replied, "But she's my friend!" I had never met them. It was just the sweetness I needed, as I was waiting for my news.

The Physician didn't make an appearance yesterday. My regular nurse came in and told me, "So far everything has come back okay." A nurse whom I had never met came in and removed the stitches from the three biopsy sites. I inquired again about the results, as I felt I really wasn't given enough information. To me, "so far" indicated that the office was awaiting further results.

My regular nurse returned. His bedside manner lacked compassion. His response to my inquiry of the results was crass, "As I said, everything was benign." I wanted to speak up and say, "No, that is actually NOT what you said. What you said was 'so far...blah blah blah!'" But I held my tongue and I reminded myself of the Reiki Principle, "Just for today . . . I will not anger."

I left the office without my Physician taking a look at the progress of my incision sites. She left it to the judgment of my regular nurse and the unfamiliar face who had removed the stitches. I had expected more than what I received. I left the office feeling unsure of what was in the pathology report. Had they really gotten all the results back? "So far" echoed in my mind as I walked out the door.

Two hours later, I was back at an urgent care facility. Apparently one week is not long enough to leave stitches in an incision site as deep as the one on my leg. The internal sutures were under a great deal of tension and I was in a lot of pain and bleeding. I'd tried to bandage it myself long enough to drive there, and I had done a poor job!

While I was waiting for a Doc to come in, I noticed the sign on the wall. "Where there is Great Love, there are always miracles."

Once again, I was greeted by nurses only. They took great care in handling my "situation". They were very compassionate, discussed the possibility of greater scarring because of what had happened and offered suggestions to minimize the effects.

After they glued and taped me back up, one nurse commented that she'd tried her best to make sure the scarring would be minimal. The incision site was in a place that would be noticeable. I left the urgent care facility feeling I had been in good hands.

I spent the drive back home comparing the bedside manner of the nurses at my regular Physician's office where I am known to the nurses at the urgent care facility where my face is unfamiliar. Unconditional love for one's chosen place in life and genuine compassion for a stranger makes a huge difference! I thought about that little girl who called a stranger her "friend".

Grateful for compassion!

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