The nurses were watching me so I was too afraid to take out my camera and capture YOU in this battle. It stayed hidden in my bag while I fought off the strongest urges to pull it out and take ONE photo. Just one. I’d look so inappropriate. I’d look so disrespectful. I’d look like a cold-hearted, stupid girl. Except it’s not like that. All I really want to do is document this moment so that when you’re better, you can look back and tell a brave story. After all, that’s what I love about taking photos – the documentation of events in life, big and small. I’d document your battle and then eventually, your victory, too.
Even though I followed the rules and etiquette around heavy events like these and kept my camera in my bag, and even though it’s not a photo of your brave self in the intensive care room hooked up to just about every drug possible, I discretely pulled out my iPhone and quickly sneaked this shot on the way out. It’s not even close to the right photo, but it’s better than nothing. Taken today, blogged about today, the same day you were taken into intensive care. That’s a good start, I think.
My gut tells me that you’re going to make it with flying colours. You’ve done this many times before. I’m not worried. And I’m especially not worried because God is with you no matter what happens. That alone, is enough for a peace of mind.
