“We Treat, Jesus Heals''

 

"But I will restore you to health & heal your wounds; declares the Lord.'' 

Jeremiah 30:17

Remember the Vows couples make on their wedding day In Sickness & In Health.

Recently I went for my Post Surgery Clinic. It was a cold July morning. July is our winter here in Kenya. As I sat at the corner of the waiting room. Everyone was warmly dressed no one wanted to sit by the door. But as I looked at each patient and those who have accompanied them am sure they could each tell a story. 

The patient will tell you the story concerning his or her health. How it started, the treatment plans & how she is fairing on. They will remember how the doctor broke the news, how they felt and the decisions they have had to make. 

On the other hand the Caregiver will tell you her or his experience in taking care of a sick patient. The high & low moments. The good, the bad and the ugly. And the sacrifices they have had to make. Just to offer support to their loved ones or the patients. Caregiving is not a joke. Because your life literary comes to a standstill. 

Especially if it is a family member it hurts most seeing them suffer in sickness. But is all part of life. It's just for a Season. And seasons come & go. 

Recently I learnt that indeed Health is Wealth. Good health is truly a gift from God. And if you have good health it is a reason to give thanks to God. When you walk through the hospital, Inpatient or outpatient everyone has a story. All they want is to get better and go home to create memories with their loved ones. But some unfortunately sadly go home in a casket.😥😥😥

Let's Talk About the Inpatient Chronicles. Every patient's prayer is not a big house, the latest car model or lots of money. But it's to get well, be of good health and re unite with their family members to create memories together. 

As you walk through ICU or HDU you will find a patient fighting for their lives the machines are keeping them alive one wrong beep and a family is turned into a season of mourning😢. Their loved ones are keeping the hope and faith alive mostly likely through prayers. Their lives are hanging in the balance. The medics are doing everything according to the books and relying on their own human understanding just to ensure they come out alive. 

I recently had to undergo a Surgery. I remember I was all calm until the nurse came with the theatre gown for me to change so I could go to the theatre. And from that moment things started moving very fast. I got to the theatre and the last thing I remember was the anesthesia putting me to sleep and I woke up 7hrs later. I couldn't even figure out what was happening or how I got to the ward. I remember waking up at 3am and seeing myself in the ward. It is when it hit me how we trust the doctors, nurses with our lives. Like in the theatre my life was literary in their hands. I could only rely on their information post surgery simply because I couldn't see what was happening. And truly its by God's grace that we come out alive.

I once had the opportunity to work at the Front Office of both the Labor and Maternity Ward. A place where we witness the miracles of a new life. Its a story of Joy & Love. For every woman its a story of Pain, Sacrifice and Courage. It is not a guarantee that at the end of the day one will carry her bundle of Joy home. Its simply by the grace of God. Life indeed is a precious gift from God. It's every mother's prayer to experience a safe delivery and their bundles of Joy are in perfect health. Every mother will tell you its purely by the mercy & grace of God.

We also have little babies who have to fight for their lives before they can go home. Walk through the streets of NICU, You will see little babies in little baby cots or incubators with with needles and relying on machines just to help their little bodies fight and make it through. Besides them you will see the true definition of a Mother's Love. A mother who hasn't fully recovered physically, emotionally or mentally from her childbearing experience. She also pumps milk for her newborn. Ensuring the little champ is well fed. She sits there keeping the hope alive that she will eventually take her bundle of Joy home. And hopefully meet her or his siblings. They call them Miracle Babies. The time span is unknown some stay for days, weeks or even months. And its not a guarantee that a mother will go home with her bundle of joy. And if she does she will live to testify of God's goodness. 

And then there are those who don't make it to go home alive but sadly in a coffin. Sometimes I tend to think that God has seen them struggle and suffer in their sickness and death is a way of God saying come my child and rest. Or him saving us from the hustles and bustles of life. And you know what it's everyone's final destination.  A few months after my brother's death. I remember standing outside KU Mortuary. I stopped as I listened to the announcements of the bodies ready for pick ups. I could relate with how it feels loosing a loved one, picking their bodies and taking them to their final destinations. 

And when we get healed we go to God to give thanks not remembering that the medic staff also played a role, did everything by the books just to ensure you stay alive.

Life Is Indeed Precious. As Tenewek Hospital puts it ''We Treat but Jesus Heals''.