Forgiving an Institution

I never labeled my bitterness as unforgiveness. I wasn't angry at any "one" person, I was infuriated with the whole network- the hospital that we dealt with for months when we first learned of Abigail's urinary reflux/ kidney issues.

After seeing 12 Doctors and specialists, switching to another hospital network, we remained in "their" care for Abigail's kidney health. Her Nephrologist won my heart. He listened to our concerns, respected and supported our health care practices (and they aren't that radical). I love this Doctor for showing such detailed concern for our daughter, taking his time to talk on the phone to explain hard news and what the next steps were. He didn't grow impatient when my shock went on repeat asking the same questions hoping for differently worded answers, easier to swallow. 

His care and professionalism was redemptive. 

One time, Abi slept through her entire appointment in her Daddy's arms.

He stopped by to visit Abi at the hospital and just check in. 

It was after he left our room that I realized that I needed to let it go. Two years was long enough Karissa. It is time to move on. I'm thankful for the care he has given our daughter and am thankful he isn't into hospital politics, he's into patients and giving them the best care he can.

Our recent stay at the hospital for Abigail's surgery (which you can read about here, here and here) was fantastic- filled with supportive and caring staff. We met about 12 Doctors, several nurses and a handful of really enjoyable hospital staff.

  It was time to move on. I don't say this easily. My sinfulness still tried to bubble over and spew out the venomous story of all our bad experiences. But really, how many good Doctors, staff, visits and hospital stays will it take to redeem my heart of bitterness... all toward an institution. 

I mean really, look at that face. 

It's over. Two years old. Move on, forgive that no-face institution and embrace the life they have given my daughter. She is alive and well and has a fantastic team supporting her. 

I'm moving my heart from bitterness to thankfulness. 

Can I just tell you how refreshing it feels to not carry that burden anymore.