Come out and be fruitful!

Two recent events led me to feel as I imagine Noah must have when the dove returned with the olive branch.

The first moment was the day I heard Fr. Stan announce we are able to go back to sipping from the common communion cup (a couple of weeks ago) I was moved to tears and overwhelmed with elation.

The second time was today.

Today I had training on our Woodlands campus. I walked into our hospital- no checkpoints… without a mask and went upstairs for training in person with many of my smiling colleagues whose whole faces I could see. It’s been two years.

It has been two long years.

Working the pandemic has been quite an experience. In the beginning so much was unknown and fluid. We were all so uncertain and honestly scared. We witnessed the illness in all levels of severity. We had a front row seat to its impact and all the loss. Working all the surges exhausted, yet determined to fight through the fatigue because you wanted to help just one more person. Pushing aside your own grief for another day so you could help, knowing when it was all said and done it would be worth it.

Today in our training we paused to reflect on the past two years in our organization. I imagine it was like soldiers debriefing after a war. It was then I realized with my personal grief from losing Dad and all the other challenges I had not even begun to process what has transpired for me professionally these past two years.

As we reflected we talked about what we learned and the good we could take from it all. We talked about healing. Taking the good and learning from it all to move forward, that is where we can find the healing.

Drinking from the common cup. Walking the hospital lobby unmasked and sitting at a table next to my colleagues. These were my olive leaves.

Signs of life. The water has receded. It’s okay to come out.

Covid did not disappear suddenly because we proclaimed it, but now we have layers of protection and treatment options. Just this week we have a slight uptick after a massive decrease and an all time low (thanks be to God!!!). I was able to assess my patient virtually and then send an oral prescription to the pharmacy that will help their bodies overcome the virus. After sending 2 of those in a row, I was awestruck at how far we have come and messaged one of my virtual care partners…. ‘How amazing is this?’ We are excited to be at this point.

So it wasn’t a flood as God has kept his faithful covenant with Noah. But this global pandemic has been an exile of sorts. May we take all the good we have learned and NOT forget it. May we remember to never take life for granted. And when the next big challenge comes our way, may we remember we are survivors and we are most victorious when we come together.

May we come out and be fruitful!!!

Another Surge

I am exhausted and frustrated and concerned.

I have never seen such hard heartedness in my life. I know there was a lot of confusion and people didn’t know who to trust, but for people who know me I am giving honest accounts of what I assess and treat.

It angers me this is so politicized that we can’t even have honest conversations. Lines were drawn, sides chosen and we pay no mind to what is really going on.

I am not saying to listen to the talking heads they have their own motives. But with millions of healthcare professionals you are bound to know some. Ask them what they are seeing.

The volumes are high again. Yes we wanted it to be over too, we preferred it when there were only cases trickling in. We knew it wasn’t over because we were still treating those trickling cases.

Glad we had a reprieve and we all mentally needed some normalcy. What makes me most angry is we can’t take the lessons we learned so far and make good , healthy, reasonable decisions. It is still one extreme or another.

Tired of the seesaw. There are reasonable actions to take, but we cannot do that. It’s not sensational.

Sometimes I wish certain people had an insight into what I see every day as I practice medicine. Then maybe we might be more mindful and less likely to go to work with a fever for a couple of days.

We are tired, we are frustrated, but we will keep treating and caring for all. It is what our calling and passion is.