Like previous days, I've been writing these Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries, to let you know about my life happenings during the time period when I couldn't write and post entries, due to being hospitalized. Today's entry may be posted as May 17th, but the fact is, it was written early in June.
Yesterday, I posted on our Lord's day, about how grateful I was that my daughters, who are also moms, visited me at the hospital on Mother's Day. Knowing that the hospital didn't want children to come visit, I didn't expect to see mine, since they would actually have to leave their families behind, on a day when they themselves were to be honoured.
Once again, I thank you, both. I'm grateful for your love and support.
One thing I have not yet mentioned was something that happened earlier that Sunday.
Immediately, after being moved into private room #810, a nurse came to see me. She wanted to do some testing and take some blood.
Thinking this is absolutely normal, I wasn't concerned. At least, not until she asked me if I knew what 'TB' was.
Shockingly, I replied that indeed, I did know what TB was. Tuberculosis (TB). Here's a LINK so you can read about it.
The nurse was surprised I knew about it. I explained to her that my grandmother on my dad's side of the family had Tuberculosis when my dad was a youngster.
In fact, my granny had spent seven (7) years in a sanatorium, due to having TB. For those who don't know what a sanatorium is, I've included a LINK, so you can read for yourself, that it is a hospital-like place where people were treated for Tuberculosis.
Back in the late 1920's, and 1930's, treatment was very different than it is, today. After all, back then, they didn't have antibiotics, the way they do today.
So, my granny suffered, until they finally collapsed her lung, to cure her of the disease.
The nurse was surprised to hear this from me. But, she wasn't as shocked as I was about hearing her ask me about whether or not I knew what TB was!
Then, I asked her why she was testing me, and taking blood from me, etc. She didn't respond. Instead, she carried on doing what she needed to do, on my hand, then took blood from my arm.
Be still my heart.
After the nurse left, a thought occurred to me. Was this what the elderly woman had, who had been sleeping only a few feet from me?
I'm referring to the one who had coughed harder than I had ever heard anyone cough. The one who I thought would die from coughing.
My roommate in room #711, who the nurses wouldn't tell me what she had, or who she was.
I never got an answer.
Not from the nurses, not from my surgeon/doctor, nor from the infection specialist who was also working with me.
I believe it is possible that the nurse wanted me to know the truth, without actually telling me. After all, our governmental laws would not permit the truth to be told.
But, God is different. After all, he told us in John 8:32, "And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free."
Yes, I know. Someone may think I am misquoting this verse.
Especially since it refers to Jesus... for He is Truth... who makes us free. And, I trust Him.
Still, He did tell us that He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life and that no one comes to the Father, but by Him (John 14:6).
He always reveals truth to us. At least, to those who belong to Him. I may not always like what is revealed, but I am grateful for the truth. His truth!
Until next time...
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