These events are now four years in the past. I’m going to attempt to reconstruct them, since the Facebook postings are difficult to find.
When last I posted, Lynette’s surgeon had just confirmed to me that she had Inflammatory Breast Cancer. In one of those statements I wish medical professionals would avoid, he said, “This sure did ruin my day.” I hope I don’t have to explain why that’s not really the thing to say to a patient’s husband.
I found my way back to Lynette’s room, where an explosion of “ugly crying,” interspersed with wailing ensued. I’m going to guess that I was far from the first husband of a patient on that floor to receive such devastating news, because the nurses gave me the space to wail, lament, and even scream. As a hospital chaplain, I had often been on the other side of such displays. I knew that trying to interrupt or stop them was 1. Futile and 2. Not healthy for the person grieving. It’s an odd feeling to both…
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