This year after devastating losses, I'm attending a new church, and being ministered to by the other older women there.
One of them is a surgical nurse who is retired, but still works when she can for 2 surgeons, one of whom is mine.
Imagine my shock and surprise when I found out she signed up to work my surgery without my knowing.
When they wheeled me into surgery, there she was, putting in my IV's, talking to me with kind gentle words and holding my hand and soothing me.
The last thing I remember before going under was her saying "I've got you, I'm, here for you," as she kissed my cheek.
I closed my eyes with the sensation of the wetness of that kiss, and peacefully went to sleep with her still holding my hand.