Blessings from Above

This week has been pretty ridonc. It's the last week of Phase I in the internship (meaning next week I'll start handling slightly more difficult patients than I have been the last three weeks) so we had our 30 minute presentations and our first exam. Both went well, praise the Lord! But on top of school stresses, baby has been slightly difficult. I've been having some major pain - very sharp, isolated pain - right where baby girl is. I'm pretty sure it's just a ligament being stretched and pulled but Monday night...or tuesday?... very sharp pains came and literally stopped me in my tracks during our evening walk. But again, prayers were answered and pains are subsiding!
Recap this week up until today: labor pains healed through prayer, successful completion of 30 minute presentation and Phase I exam through prayer.

Today, wow! Today was another level of ridonc! I had my exam this morning and then saw patients this afternoon. And I'm going to tell you a story - not to tell you that I'm an awesome intern or a caring/awesome person but to show you that God really blesses the cheerful giver.
Way long ago I predicted that I would cry during every intervention with a cancer patient. As of today, I am 1 for 1 on that prediction. I saw a patient that was severely malnourished and receiving her third round of chemo. My heart broke the instant I saw her - I described her as someone who just got out of Auschwitz. She declined having a conversation with me to assess her needs due to her degree of weakness. As soon as I left the room I welled up with tears and ran to the bathroom to let the tears flow. And I prayed for her. Unfortunately, I very quickly remembered that I read in the chart that she would be discharging this afternoon and I thought, "There is NO WAY I can allow this woman to go home without some sort of nutrition." So I called my preceptor immediately to get permission to send her home with supplements. I sent her home with two overflowing bags of supplements. When I dropped them off in the room and explained what everything was, the patient looked up at me with tears in her eyes. She then reached for my hand and began to gently rub it. Through the tears she thanked me for what I had done and how I had blessed her. I told her that she had blessed me far more than I had blessed her and that I would be praying for her. I pray that those supplements would allow her body to heal and fight the cancer; I pray that the days she has left on this earth would be filled with Christ and be filled to the fullest; I pray God in thankfulness for that women and the opportunity he gave me to serve her - how undeserving I am to feel so blessed to serve!