The Hospital Tower

The hospital"tower" stands quietly over the darkened city at the very early morning mist and slopes. In a darkened area from the tower a guy kneels over his wife's toes who's in a drugged sleep in the hospital bed. The only sounds are the soft whirring and clicking of pumps and monitors, an occasional muted noise from down the hallway or maybe the sound of a lonely siren out of a remote crane coming to the hospital.

As he gently rubs her toes that he begins crying, not to himself, but for her.The pain, the reduction, more annoyance. He begins thinking of all of the pain this girl has already been through. A father that was not there for herwith the infants combined-years of morning sickness and nausea, likely near 100 hours of labour involving 30 with the first baby , countless sleepless nights with feedings, holding yet another fearful child who had a nightmare, putting on her side of the bed softly crying to get a friend or pastor or a neighbor because she'd lift them up in prayer, innumerable trips into the Emergency Room and physician visits, rejection with a"best" friend if she'd attempted to assist her, and profound pain really as soon as the guy rubbing her toes was dumb and self-conscious in the prior years. The guy used to joke when they were married he had married an angel; today he was actually beginning to wonder. Throughout all the pain, she'd always been a real source of existence to those that knew her, to all those who now were praying for her, constantly inspiring and reassuring and giving everyone a glimpse of authentic heavenly beauty. After the guy had married her, then he was enamored with her grin and soft curves along with her humor and could not believe just how much he adored her. In the darkened room, it appeared that his love for her was much wider and deeper and of their heart, matters the guy couldn't even understand 37 or so years earlier. But , if he can do anything, ANYTHING, to assist her pain, then he would not wait.
However, as a few early morning light began seeping in around the edges of the window color, HOPE started to fulfill his heart as well as the room. Soon he'd be carrying his bride back home back into"life", and then he could not wait. "His mercies are new every morning"!
A followup; a year after my wife is via each the radiation and chemo, with merely a couple of things to do later on. She's feeling really good the majority of the time and filled with life once more. Myself and our nine children are genuinely thankful to God, the hospital staff/doctors, along with the many family and friends that prayed and cared to us during this moment.
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