08/05/2026
P10. Surgical corridor
I have walked here
more than on any treadmill,
steps filled with purpose,
fatigue, and silent hope.
The gait is steady,
sometimes calm,
sometimes heavy with stress,
while patients come and go
some with fear in their eyes,
some returning with smiles.
The scrub area
my holy place.
Where water cleans the hands,
and prayer cleans the mind.
Scrub time is sacred time,
to recapitulate every plan,
to pray for the patient,
to pray for success,
and to ask for strength
when challenges arrive uninvited.
Wheelchairs and trolleys move past
like their own strange melodies,
echoing through bright halls
under special lights
that create another world entirely.
And the colorful scrubs
blue, green, and every shade between—
make the corridor feel
like a garden of healing.