The positive thing about visiting Mayo is seeing people take care of other people. There were family taking care of family. A wife feeding her husband who can't feed himself, a child being carried by his father, a husband pushing his wife in a wheel chair or the elderly walking with pride because their children are there guiding them to the next appointment. Sometimes it is a Mayo staff person taking the time to sit with a person who has no one to talk to. Or the stranger who offers to get coffee for the person who has trouble moving about. It is the comfort of witnessing what is best in humanity.
Much of the time is spent waiting. Waiting for test or consultations, for results, for the next appointment. There is time to think about: the unknowns, the possibilities, the what-ifs, the sure things. In spite of the circumstances for being at Mayo, there are still some smiles and chuckles. People come equipped with folders of medical records and of course their phones. In orthopedics you see every kind of cast, wrap, boot and splint. It all makes my problem seem inconsequential.
It is a wonderful place to find answers. It also is a place that gets things done, coordinating appointments between care providers and individuals. Running like clockwork.
"Stretch out your hand to heal and perform miraculous signs and wonders through the name of your holy servant Jesus," (Acts 4:30 NIV).
My hand needs surgery to correct the tendons and the ulnar drift in the fingers. So that's what I'll be planning for in the next few months.
May you notice the good of humanity all around you today. Blessings.
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