Brother Cova was the evangelist at Kiddville Baptist and had been in my home on occasion when I was a child. He is now well up in years, but still loved and respected by so many. I thought of all the times he had made trips into that hospital to visit the sick or hold a hand. One of the times it affected some of my family members was when my uncle’s family was in the gas explosion. As soon as Brother Cova found out, he was there to offer his support. I often wondered how he could accomplish all he did in a week’s time.
Then my mind went to the current hospital, that will soon be a memory, as well. My daughter, Shanda, had an appendectomy surgery on New Year’s Eve night in 1985. I remember trying to stay awake to see the old year out and the New Year in after a day of uncertainty and worry over Shanda’s appendicitis attack. I had drifted off to sleep on the floor next to her bed, and was awakened by a sweet little nurse who sat down a cup of cider and a cupcake and said very gently, “Happy New Year!”
Though groggy and tired, I thought it was sweet of her to think of me, and I appreciated the hospital staff’s efforts so much.
My next experience was another appendectomy, with my stepdaughter, Erica. Her care and treatment were also good. She also had two of our little grandsons in that hospital birthing unit.
Then, I was a patient there for four days, three years ago. I have to say my care was good and I was treated well. They found out what was ailing me at the time. I was allergic to the statin drug to treat my high cholesterol. Having been sick on Friday and waking up one Saturday morning and feeling pretty badly, I decided to go to the doctor without telling my family, thinking I could get in and out, get the medication I would need and soon be feeling better.
I first visited the Immediate Care Center closest to my home, then they sent me to the hospital for some tests. Not too concerned, I went to have the tests, thinking the results would probably be the next week.
I had plans to go to Louisville for my granddaughter’s first birthday party the next day, and I wasn’t going to miss it, I¿thought. The hospital E.R. doctor had other plans, and I was admitted to the hospital and had to call my family. My treatment there equaled that I received in all my other hospital visits in larger cities.
As I am writing this, I am thinking and wondering what my first experience at the new hospital will be. By this time next year, I am sure I will have either gone there for a test or visited someone as a patient there. I wish for blessings on each person who goes through those doors. I pray blessings on all the caregivers, and especially the doctors and nurses who make the decisions for the patients. Best of luck!
Just think, someday in the future someone will write about a newer, more up-to-date hospital that will be built, and I wonder just what could be added that the hospital wouldn’t have now.
Maybe, just maybe, it will be a treatment that will forever cure cancer or another horrible disease once diagnosed. Just think what the treatment for cancer was in the first Clark County hospital, then think how much the treatment has improved.
It gives one hope, doesn’t it? All things change with time.