Hospital Harmony

My husband was diagnosed with metastatic colon cancer after emergency surgery back in March. We have been through many hospital stays, many visits to doctors and chemo all while continuing to work and keep some semblance of normal life. He's beyond tough, to say the least. And so am I. Even in our weakest moments, we have remained strong fighters. Today, as I sit in our hospital room after having the liver mets successfully removed, I can't help but wish the outside world could experience what I am.

We are all one during our hospital adventures. It doesn't matter if we are Democrat or Republican. Nor Christian or Muslim. We are all diverse in our ethnicity; Asian Pacific Islander, Hispanic, African-American, Indian, Caucasian, the list goes on.

We all need care. We are giving it and receiving it. We are in the transplant wing. It's all very serious here. But, there is a gentleness about the atmosphere. We are a part of a community where everyone is working together in the best interests of all people. The little Indian boy who received a new kidney. The Muslim lady (unknown condition to me)who walks frequently to get better, always with a smile on her face. The sweet husband of his wife who is a patient, staying by her side every moment supporting her. The outside world and its crazy notions about Syrian refugees or falsehoods regarding Islam; those things are not welcome here.

Nurses, doctors, and staff come and go from our rooms, never speaking of the Rebel flag, gun control, Islamic terrorism, Christian extremism, or any of the big issues our country is currently facing.  We as patients and caregivers are the big issue. Humanity rises to the top of everything and we all do our jobs, harmoniously working together.

We won't find anyone vomiting their beliefs all over everyone here.

This is the America in which I believe.