Thursday, December 17, 2015

My View #196 - Doctors and Hospitals

These people and places are very important to every human, and to everyday life. Few places share so much of the things in life we call important. There is no time a hospital is not busy, watching, waiting, doing so much to save a life. God is with all the workers, no matter how menial a job is, always doing what they can to help. We have to do our part (the other 50%) and people will get well.

Doctors are qualified to do the most urgent jobs of all, they operate to save lives. Very honorable work it is, mostly in the very great risk category, but they are trained, to do, and to accept responsibility, if all is not successful. Very few of such cases occur, thankfully. With the right equipment, they perform miracles daily and all humans are grateful to those Doctors.

The hospital I remember, from fourteen years old, my Dad went to, to have his left eye removed, was the Medicine Hat General. All the family had a turn in there, but not my sister. It was an excellent hospital. Nurses trained there were classed with those from the Mayo in the USA, first class. Some hospitals do not have training classes. In England, the hospital in Huddersfield did and was always so. It was very old, one floor upstairs for ladies, and one downstairs for men, with forty beds in each ward, and if pushed they put eleven more in. Now they have a new, modern hospital, a wonderful improvement. Some hospitals are quite small and some are huge, but they all serve the same purpose, to save human lives.

Letty Evans
January 23, 2010

Letty was intimately acquainted with hospitals in Huddersfield, Calgary, Victoria, and Duncan. From the time I was twelve on, she was hospitalized at least once a year with various ailments, ranging from a spinal fusion to influenza that nearly killed her. Doctors were, to her, godlike in their knowledge and advice, and nurses not far behind.

She did not shy away from telling off nurses who displeased her, though, if they were too slow to answer her call button, or worse, mishandled a procedure such as a bath or blood drawing. 

Near the end of her life, she dreaded hospitals. The uncomfortable beds, the noise, the lack of privacy - and who can blame her? As her daughter, I am thankful for the lifetime of excellent medical care she received. 

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