Why I Loved Ones In The Hospital?

As a child, I remember being in and out of hospitals due ill family members. I understood the severity of why I was visiting my loved ones in the hospital but, I was too young to understand what was truly going on in the background. It wasn't until I was about 18 when I was able to truly comprehend and recognize the responsibilities of the hospital staff. My family and I were all waiting at USC, holding on to our seats waiting for a nurse to inform us of my grandpas recent update, as he was undergoing another open heart surgery. After hours of waiting we finally received the go that he was back in his room and we would be able to see him in just a moment. I remember him being very groggy from the anesthesia, he had a big red heart shaped pillow that was protecting his chest but he still had that big smile on his face when we walked through the door. He had a million tubes coming out of every orifice, tape hanging on by threads and some sort of yellow paint all of his skin. I had a million and one questions that I needed

My 8 year old sister was in a car accident October of last year, which has left her hospitalized going on 4 months now. While my sister was in ICU my mother was by her side day in and day out, 24/7. I was able to come visit for a couple weeks at a time. My mother needed a break, she needed to go home, clear her head and to pray alone in the comfort of her own home. So, I would take her place by my sisters' side and stay overnight for three to four days at a time. The very first night was an experience that I would remember for the rest of my life and although it was a tragic situation, I knew God intended for me to be there. It was the first time that I got to truly experience what the life of a nurse is like. My sister was in a coma, so it was just her nurse and I for 24 hours. I was relying on him as was my entire family, to provide my sister the best possible