I rushed to my sister’s side as soon as I could get there. Sisters of the heart, if not by birth. I told Dolly, “I must really love you to drive seven hours to see you!” She’d come close to death after a long hospital stay in her home town. (See https://tranquiliving.com/true-blue-the-splendor-of-friendship/.) Through the help of a caring friend, who just happened to be a cardiac nurse, she was admitted into Birmingham’s UAB Extreme Heart Failure Unit. When she arrived, the doctor had little hope for her survival.
She’d been there about five days when I entered her room on a Tuesday afternoon –I sensed an atmosphere of celebration. All eyes were on the doctor standing at the foot of her bed. Seconds earlier he’d agreed to the procedure she’d hoped for—a defibrillator/pacemaker would be implanted for her heart and her very life. Hope!
Dolly—my friend of over forty years. It’s funny that when you’re young and nonchalantly making friends, you don’t think ahead to how a friendship might play out. How you’ll find yourself years later, thinking like that person or even talking like her. I realize today that I’m pretty much a compilation of all my relationships plus the Grace of God.
One thing we remembered together is how people, through the years often asked if we were sisters. My husband even confused us when he and I first met! Then, it happened again in the hospital! “Are you two sisters?” We smiled and said, “Yes”, and then told our story.
A few years ago, our son John was about to be married. I called Dolly and said,” I don’t think I can get ready without you.” She answered, “No, you can’t, I’ll be there!” She did my makeup and hair just as she’d done for my wedding thirty years earlier. The celebration was a dream, and I never worried about how I looked!
At UAB, I was with Dolly for most of four days. I was there when the Doctor Without Hope stood again at the foot of her bed and said she was doing GREAT and would soon be released!
Rather than drudgery, as it sometimes seems during hospital visits, my time there was a pleasure. We reminisced and caught up on each others’ lives. We gathered around, held hands and prayed with her husband, Jack, and close friends. We shared together deeply and believed for what we asked. I sensed an unnatural peace wash over me. I’m using the term loosely, but I felt like I was on holy ground. Our talks and prayers were so weighty and real and heaven-focused. I could exhale and relax, knowing that everything would be alright. While praying for Dolly I kept pondering the word immortal.
adjective: living forever; never dying or decaying.“our mortal bodies are inhabited by immortal souls”
So glad to hear that Mrs. Dolly is doing well!
Yes! Thank you, Ben! 🙂
Wonderful post, Myra.
Thanks so much, Renee! 🙂
Myra, I do love reading this because I love you and because Dolly is your friend. But I really feel you have a knack of capturing the essence of the situation from Holy Spirit perspective. Please keep writing.
Cynthia, this means so much! Thank you! Love you:)
Myra you have wonderfully captured the essence of our relationship both in the natural and spiritual realms. Of course there are some people who you meet for the first time and just know that relationship will be special. I remember once we talked about being roommates in the nursing home. Now that is a long-term relationship. One of the many things I love about you is my freedom to be honest with you, I know you see my faults anyway so why not admit them. I also know you will not reject me but do what loving friends do…. take it to the Father in prayer. Thank you Myra for being my friend. I love you! Dolly
Aw…thank you Dolly! You are a true treasure. I love you!