Memories of hospital visits

I came across photos recently of when my mother was first in the hospital, recovering from surgery after her delayed colon cancer diagnosis.

The photos were taken in the ICU, a day or two after her surgery. I thought they captured the conflicting set of emotions that family members experience when a loved one is in the hospital.
Joy mom hospital
I paced many a hospital hallway in those days. When I needed a break from staring at Mom’s frail body hooked up to so many machines, I would stand in the doorway and watch the hushed but high activity taking place on the floor. People moaning uncontrollably in pain, relatives leaving a patient’s room looking pale and worried, children laughing and playing, blissfully unaware of the sadness and fear surrounding them.

There are so many emotions one experiences during these times, from fear and anxiety to hope and even a few much-needed laughs. Hospitals are like other worlds, with their own time structures, rules and cast of characters. For those working there, it’s just another day on the job, for patients, it can be a matter of life and death. Visiting relatives get to see it all.
joy mom hospital 3
While you learn a lot about humanity inside those hospital walls, I hope to never be back inside one, or at least not for a very long time.

What lessons have you learned from hospital visits?

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2 responses to “Memories of hospital visits

  1. Oh, yuk, those hospital days are horrific. I don’t want to remember those nightmare days with my husband in the hospital with his injury. I was in the hospital in 2011 and had a terrifying experience with the care workers, if one can call them that. You’re right, to them, it’s just another day on the job. I rarely ran into people who showed any caring there. I wonder why they even bother to take up that profession if they don’t care.

    We just had a death in our family today. I’ll be posting about it tomorrow. Hope you are doing well, Joy.

  2. Your post made me think of my dads last day in hospice. It was so lonely and quiet but 3 others were in the room in varying stages of death. The picture of you in the doorway took me there in a second. Tense yet still.

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