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The White Room

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I’m re-blogging this story, written by Victo Dolore, in honor of Ruthie, my former co-worker who died from ovarian cancer. Ruthie was full of compassion for every human being. She worked especially hard to fight the stigma against pregnant women addicted to drugs. She worked to teach compassion to medical professionals in delivery and the NICU. She would love this story so much. To learn more about Ruthie and her continuing mission, you can visit: http://www.championsforcompassion.com/

Behind the White Coat

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“You have protein in your urine and your blood pressure is up very high. We need to go ahead and take the baby.”

I thought it would be a simple routine check up. I was going to go get some groceries afterwards with the food stamp allowance that just came yesterday. We ate canned beans last night, the kids and I. It was all I had left in the apartment.

My doctor sat next to me on the hospital bed beforehand, had me sign all of the consents for the C-section while they waited on my lab work. He said he would be there, assisting during the surgery.

He is too young. He still thinks he can save me, save the world. He asked me if he could pray for us… Pray? For me?

“Do you have a name picked out for him yet?” he asked, smiling.

I laughed. I…

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Author: JoAnna

An open minded, tree-hugging Christian, former counselor, and life-long lover of animals, I'm returning to my creative roots and have published my first book: Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again, available at amazon.com.

6 thoughts on “The White Room

  1. I read it on Victo’s blog but it was a good idea to reblog it for the reason you gave. It is a very forceful story.

  2. Victo was one of my students at one and we reconnected via WP. I enjoy the things she posts and I’m glad you shared this one. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤

  3. Such a well-written and powerful story. I loved it. Partly I loved the way death snuck up and the moment was on the one hand so mundane, even as it was so big. I would imagine being a doctor changes your notion of this transition we call dying. Makes it everyday. You realize that… it is a moment tempered by grace, and… we live through it… 🙂

    Peace
    Michael

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