Folding my arms and keeping my feet still were my definition of Reverence as a child. Life’s experiences can teach reverence in many different ways. A remarkably reverent moment occurred one day while I was working in the operating room. It was a neurosurgery and a good portion of the brain was exposed. I looked up and stopped in my tracks as I felt a rush of reverence wash through me. This was different. I worked in the O.R. because I loved it. I loved the excitement of surgery, the calibre of my coworkers, and mostly I loved to see inside the human body. This was different. The human brain is beautiful and I felt almost a sense of majesty!?! I had to get on with my work, but that moment stays with me. I worked on the neuro/orthopedic team, but would occasionally give a lunch break or helping hand in the heart surgery rooms. During the times that the heart is exposed, I felt the same sense of reverence. There is something unique and spectacular about these organs!
Too bad I don’t have any photos to share.
While speaking of reverence and hospitals… I have witnessed births, deaths, and near-deaths of complete strangers. At this moment of someone’s life, there is an incredible spirit that comes into the room. Luckily it was never one of my own patients and I was either an observer or just there to chart; because I was never at my best during these times. I usually felt my breath taken away by the strength of what I was feeling. Of course with the births of my own six children I was feeling this as well, along with many other emotions. So with strangers the emotions just were not all there –and yet the reverence was. I learned that human life is a precious and powerful entity.
Three years as an RN – that was the extent of my nursing career. During that time I have seen hundreds of surgeries. I loved them. I do not love when my family members to go surgery. When Mark had a ganglion cyst removed from his wrist they would not let me work that afternoon. I wondered why because it was such a minor surgery. I thought I would want to be there to help, but when they wheeled him away I had a whole new perspective. He had gone through major surgery before, but that was while I was still a student. My experience let me know everything that would be happening to him, and I didn’t like it. He has since had three complex surgeries. Greg and Natalie have both had major surgery, and now Jackie’s may be the most intense yet. Last night I began to think about what it all meant, and I woke up rather weak in the knees. I didn’t expect these feelings for another three days. I will have to think about this…..