Hospital Time


I’ve woken early today. Only the birds sing outside, alerting me that it is spring. 

I have been on hospital time since Friday. It’s a strange, twilight time where what we think of as important vanishes, in its place comes a subdued submission to all of life. 

Hospital time is well-known to many – the cancer patient going for weekly chemotherapy; the dialysis patient praying for a kidney; the family of the child in an accident, an induced coma taking the child away for a time. 

Hospital time is part of the human experience, a definite part of aging. We are seen by doctors, recommended to surgeons, and humbly, like sheep being led, go to classes and appointments, lest we be the .3% who doesn’t do well. 

On Friday last week I entered into hospital time. I had a 3-week lead time, so in a sense, hospital time came on slowly, incrementally. 

But on Friday, it was real. Friday I was stripped of my normal identity and became a woman who was being prepared for surgery. With the signing of my paperwork, hospital time began. 

Outside, the world rushed on. Social media erupted over something, the stock market rose and fell, news stations put their overly dramatic news teams onto things both menial and important. 

But none of that mattered. What mattered was hospital time. 

When I think about Eternity, I think about hospital time redeemed; a time when all creation is healed and time surrenders to the Creator. No longer are our moments filled with rage at injustice, fear of the unknown, sadness of loss, or worry about the millions of things that are out of our control. Because time is redeemed and reconciled to our creator. 

In the meantime, I am still in my other world of hospital time, taking the moments to heal and rest, realizing that life will go on without me at its center. And in this time, I am enveloped in grace. 


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4 thoughts on “Hospital Time

  1. I am thankful that my hospital time is only part of a day, every 3 weeks or so! I am starting a new chemo drug on Tuesday the 23rd, Marilyn, as my cancer has started growing again. Goodbye, gentle biologic Avastin, I am back to the poison of platinum, Cisplatin this time, and I would be grateful for prayer that I not be allergic to it or the other drug, Gemcitabine. I had a terrible reaction to Carboplatin about 15 months ago, so it is a gamble for me to try the Cisplatin, but my doctor is running out of options for me, and wants to try it. I trust the Lord is directing him, so I am doing what he says.
    I trust you are resting in the Lord, also, and able to enjoy menu options and other services hospitals offer! I tried to focus on that and not be too bothered by 4 a.m. blood draws, having to measure all my pee, and other tiresome things that seemed quite unnecessary! But there truly is no place like home…
    In prayer, Nancy Stewart

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  2. May you be a blessing to other patients and staff and experience the goodness of Godf. Having recently spent five days in that other world of hospital, I kind of know how it feels.

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