As I was thinking of that, I also thought of our patients in the Respiratory Isolation Ward (RIW) with Coronavirus. While they aren't in a tomb, and they aren't wrapped in grave clothes, there has been a lot of fear by patients and their families as to what the diagnosis of Covid means for them. I have read too many stories, this year, of someone dropping off their loved one at the hospital and never getting to see them again. They aren't allowed in the hospital with them, aren't really sure what is happening or how they are doing, and often their goodbyes are through a phone.
I don't know what is going through their minds, but I have seen the tears of some of our patients when we send them home, the thanks, the appreciation, and the knowledge that they have been recalled to life. I am thankful that many of our patients with Covid are walking out of here and getting to be reunited with their families. I am thankful to be able to be here and care and serve our patients at this time who need us, who are scared and need not only physical healing, but need to know of the love showed them over 2000 years ago on the Cross.