Recently I spent four days in The Royal Jublilee Hospital located in Victoria, on Vancouver Island, B.C. Canada. It was quite the roller coaster experience.
I had a planned hip surgery (a revision, as they say – meaning second time around) with a brilliant surgeon. I was organized and researched everything I could that would assist me in understanding the operation. I followed every guideline, did every test and was a model patient-in-waiting.
And yet… events unfolded in a different direction. You see. I was not in charge. It is an illusion that we are in charge.
My body was in charge. And my body didn’t like some of the interventions. I won’t bore you with a ghastly medical journal, but I do want to share two small events.
Event One – Pre-op
I was lying on a gurney ready to enter the operating room. A cheery woman whose name tag said ‘Rachel’ was fussing around me. Now you have to know, I adore the name Rachel. That is the name of my main character in my YA series. I was thrilled to realize that I had a Rachel close by.
Rachel was wearing one of those snug, trendy, green surgical caps. And it was decorated with a small print.
“Cute hat,” I said.
She moved closer. “Yes, it is.”
I could see that there were tiny Tinkerbelles, complete with wands, and tiny stars. I smiled.
Then she whispered to me. “Everyone could use a little magic, don’t you think?”
And with that, she moved me down the hall.
Event Number Two – Recovery Room & Onwards
There has been a lot of fussing around. It appears that my heart is not co-operating. I’m now slated for a ‘cardio-version’. The medical folks will zap my heart so that it will return to it’s regular rhythm. I’m waiting and waiting in the cardiac unit, the day after surgery for this experience. I’m starving (you’re not supposed to eat) and it’s 4:30 p.m. and I’m just plain cranky and worried. And wishing I had some excellent magazines. Notice: I’m not feeling any pain or anything.
Finally, I’m wheeled into yet another room and am prepped for the procedure. I’m staring at the ceiling wishing I could evaporate. Three cardiologists are intently studying a monitor. For quite a long time.
One of them says: “Lookee, lookee” or something like that.
Then they all turn around and look at me. “Your heart has righted itself. We don’t have to proceed.”
Ah yes! A special moment. My body is co-operating. A nurse appears and informs me that she’s phoned my ward, and a hot meal will be waiting for me upon my return. I smile weakly. Another act of kindness.
So, basically, ten days later. Here I am. In the recovery mode. Did I expect to have a fractured pelvis as well as the surgery and the heart incident? Of course not. But as I’ve discovered your journey through life will take you down unexpected paths.
I’m sending my gratitude and my love to my everyday angels, the staff at The Royal Jubilee Hospital. Four days of medical excellence. Four days of professionalism and tenderness. I would especially like to thank Nurse Gurinder and Nurse Maicala. Of course, there were others too numerous to remember during those long nights.
Words cannot convey my appreciation.
And yes Rachel, magic was there too!