Perfect timing

One of the best moments ever in my nursing career happened today.

We received a patient going for a lung transplant today. Shortly after Mr. W. arrived, I happened to be visiting with a patient  (Mr. L.)  who had the same surgery a week ago. After wearing oxygen for the past year and being unable to leave his home without that life-saving equipment, Mr. L is recovering well and is able to breathe on his own without any supplemental oxygen. He was bored today as his family returned home for a few hours, and asked if there were any other lung transplant patients on our unit.

The light bulb went on over my head like it does in the comics, and I said, “Oh, I think I know just the one- I’ll be right back!”

Mr. W was excited to be meeting him. Taking Mr. L into the room, I got to see both men grin simultaneously and enormously! Mr. W asked, “Hey, buddy! What’s it like to breathe again?” The two became fast friends, and even posed for photos taken by Mr. W’s wife. What perfect and divine timing to see a success story in person right before going into surgery!

I still have chill bumps as I’m writing this, and am so grateful for the opportunity to have witnessed it. Definitely an unforgettable moment!


Author: awhitlow2

Murder can take a long time if you’re writing about it. My name is Ashleigh, and I’m a recovering next-timer… we’ll get together next time, I’ll call you next time, I’ll write about it next time, I’ll tell you I love you next time. Then reality hit (finally) that there may not be a next time and I was stunned. What?! We only get one shot at life? Really?! I’m also a recovering slow-learner. So in light of that realization that was over 40 years in the making, I’m writing my first novel- murder, love, redemption. I’m not sure what direction it will take but am enjoying the process and isn’t that what life’s all about anyway? More importantly, I’m living with gratitude for my family; God opened my eyes to the blessings of family and I’m thankful to Him and them for hanging in there with me all these years. (Did I mention I’m a slow-learner?) I’m a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a cousin, a nurse, and a writer who LOVES to sing. Loudly. Badly. When no one else is around to hear it. Except the cat. Poor cat.

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