I have spent the last 67 and half years trying my utmost to stay out of hospitals. I was born in an attic 4 floors up (home/attic births were all the rage in 1950) and apart from visiting people, I have been able to escape the hospital’s welcome all these years. However, all being well, that record will finish next week. I say “all being well” because, ironically, one needs to be healthy to have a ‘procedure’.
Last year I had an ultrasound and it was discovered that I was pregnant … with bouncing baby(or not so baby) gallstones.
So there are a couple of things for me to reflect on. One has been the rare privilege of not having had to use these facilities up to now when many, from a young age, have known hospital as a second home. I need to thank God for that. Another is that I live in a country that when it is needed these facilities are available. I or my family do not live in Syria where they become a special target for the enemy.
There is another reflection. I don’t like drunkenness or liked things like hypnotism as I argued that it was a poor choice as a Christian to have one’s body under the control of another person or substance. Next week I will be put under so someone else and can cut into me. What do I think about that? The way my gut feels at present it is cheering, “Bring it on!”
I will remember you before the Lord on this, your journey into virgin territory.
Sorry to hear that Pieter! I’ll remember to pray for you and a speedy recovery.
I’m sure you will have some interesting stories to tell of your sojourn in that dreaded place!
Was that photo from Rotterdam by the way? Looks very much like where my Oma on Mom’s side lived, Korfmakkerstraat, where my Mom grew up.