A little good news.
By: Gina Kay Singerhouse
“Today’s top story…” The news, we all watch it because in today’s society we are connected and we all want to be the first person to share the latest breaking news story. It’s sad. But it’s the truth. Face it; we all want to be that person who first breaks the new news story. If you are the first person to break the news, then you are the person in the know and everyone will turn to you.
Majority of the news that comes over the proverbial wire is about who got shot, who died, what exploit our government is taking part in, who is part of the new sex scandal and how all of this will affect your current living status. What we all hope for is a little good news, a story that will make all the hatred and hurt that society has cast upon us to go away. We all hope that some where, some news broadcast will find this story and promote it like they promote all the negative news.
What I am about to share with you is that news story. It’s a true story that goes against all of events that make a news story so great.
Back in December I found a growth on my left foot. With all of the so called medical information the press talks about, I was worried that this growth was something serious. Plus, I am on a medicine that can cause blood clots. Like many, I turned to the internet and like many; I found information that lead to a spike in my anxiety. Due to Christmas, I was forced to wait until January to see my primary physician.
My Doctor assured me that the growth was no more than a ganglion cyst and recommend that I see a podiatrist. She then told me that in the old days, Doctors would take the heaviest book and slam it on to the cyst to break it. However, in today’s society, I was required to see a specialist.
At least once a week, the news will broadcast a story about the rising cost of medical care. Why is the cost of medical care on the rise? We can blame this on many reasons. First, we have all become hypochondriacs when it comes to our health. Society has made us hypochondriacs with all of the advertisements – “do you have pain? Well it’s not because you slept wrong on your bed last night, it’s because you have this and you need to call your Doctor and have them prescribe our medicine.” Second, because of lawyers, Doctors are too scared to say or do anything. Third – well I can go on about all the reasons that medical costs are so high, however, that is not the story I want to tell.
Upon my Doctor’s advice, I went to a referred podiatrist. After filling out paper work, getting x-rays and seeing the podiatrist, I was advised that the growth on my left foot was indeed a ganglion cyst. I would need surgery to remove it. Like most people, I have a $2500 insurance deductible and it’s only January. This company that this podiatrist worked for became a nuisance. They demanded 30% of the total cost of my surgery, which would have been $7,000 to $8,000. Plus, every time I called I would have to leave a message and then maybe someone would call back within three days. Many things happened, but the just of it is that they told me “I was not a priority.” This is still is not the story I want to share.
The story I want to share is the story of a small town Hospital with a specialty clinic and a podiatrist with a big heart. I was referred to this specialty clinic and podiatrist from two different people. At my first appointment I had my x-rays and medical file in my hands. With a questioning look upon her face, my new podiatrist questioned why I was seeing her. I told her that the previous company stated “I was not a priority.” This podiatrist smiled and gave me all of my options. The best option was surgery to remove the cyst. I scheduled the surgery for March 18, 2013. Over the next month I followed my new Podiatrist’s suggestions for care.
A couple weeks prior to surgery, I was contacted many times by members of the hospital. First and foremost, I was told by a friend to call and see if the Hospital would work with me incase my insurance did not cover the surgery. The billing person was eager and willing to answer all of my questions. She took the time to explain how they bill and how a payment plan could be set up. On top of that, each person who called me took the time to make sure that all of my questions were answered and that I was doing everything necessary to insure that my surgery would go well.
Surgery day, this is the story you need to hear. Monday, March 18, 2013, another snow storm and a forty-five minute drive to a small town hospital. Upon arrival, I was checked in by a person with a big smile. After a few minutes wait, I was early; I was checked into a small hospital room. My nurse introduced herself and told me if I needed anything to just ask. She was polite and down to earth.
I can always tell when someone truly loves their job. They are polite, fun, energetic and most of all down to earth type of people. Every person I met, who was there for my surgery was just that.
Just before surgery, the anesthesiologist came into my room to speak with me. Now, I have had several surgeries prior to this and I always come out of anesthetics vomiting. I had mentioned this to my nurse and then again to my anesthesiologist. He stated “don’t worry – we’ll take care of that.” He then told my husband and I what he was going to administer and how. He too answered all of our questions and concerns.
Shortly after his visit I was wheeled into the operating room. Each of the people there introduced them selves. They also said “Welcome to the ice box.” Of course the operating room was colder than outside. But, each of them made sure I was warm and comfortable.
Now, you may think this is all normal procedure, but what I saw next put my high anxiety to rest. As I looked around the room I saw several people wearing a cross around their necks.
I was stunned! Not because this was an operating room. But, because this was a hospital that was willing to allow their employees to share their faith by allowing them to wear a sign of God as they did their jobs. I too wear a cross upon my neck. It’s not a fashion statement. It’s a reminder that God is always with me. On this day, in this moment of fear, I did not have my cross. But, I was willing to draw upon the faith of these strangers to bring me through. I was able to see their faith through the cross that they adorned themselves with on this day.
In a society, where we have become closet Christens it was nice to see that international sign of faith, hope, love and peace, in a place where all of that comes into play each day.
I came out of surgery well and feeling rather good. My nurse sought to my every need. She knew my past history of being sick after surgery and she watched for all the signs. But, I was good. In fact, I felt great. She advised my husband and I what to expect in the next few days.
This story does not end there. I was given my podiatrists cell phone number, if I had any problems. Later that night, my podiatrist called me to see how I was doing. The next day, the hospital called to see how I was doing.
In a world where we feel that no one cares, there are people who do. You may say “well they are paid to do that.” But, when has a Doctor or a Hospital called to see how you are doing? For me, this was a first and it made a big impression on me. I will certainly recommend this Hospital, its employees and my podiatrist to anyone and everyone.
In a society where we can not say the Pledge of Allegiance because it has the word “God” in it – in a society where people are not allowed to adorn themselves with an emblem of faith – in a society where we are in fear to speak about our faith… I found a hospital, a specialty clinic, and a podiatrist who is willing to shatter all of society’s downfalls to insure its patients can see the faith within its employees.
Today, I am still healing. Because of my experience during surgery, I am a better person and a stronger Christen. I have gained the power of faith through the actions of strangers.
It’s a story; one that I felt should be shared.
“Today’s Top Story… Faith.”