Another patient today, an older African-American woman named Ella walked in the room. She looked frail; thin hair and face. Told me, as if picking up a conversation we'd never had,
"They can't tell you when it's time. Only God knows that."
Taking the power she doesn't have away from the doctor and putting it on Jesus.
Receiving comfort in that. And, for her, and in that moment for me, too, I said I full-heartedly agreed.