During one of my first experiences in the emergency room, I was assigned to Mrs. Walker, a patient in her late 70s with left-sided hemiplegia. The ER physician examined Mrs. Walker and said, "You didn't have a stroke like we thought, but you have a brain tumor, and we'll see about getting the neuro doctor to see you." Then he left.
Mrs. Walker just lay there, shocked. Tears welled up in her eyes, and my heart broke for her. I took her hand in mine and asked her if I could pray for her. She said, "Yes."
After leaving her room, I cried. The experience taught me the importance of showing patients and their families Christ's love. That had to be one of the worst moments of Mrs. Walker's life, and no one was there to comfort her-except a nursing student she didn't even know. I am glad that I was there to hold her hand.