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Hope In the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), before the soul’s departure from its body, the family is initially and naturally steeped in hope. I believe hope is our primary defense from grief and pain. We all clinged onto hope of recovery, even those like me who think with our heads much more than our heart. The measure of hope could be a drop, a pond, or an ocean; it waxed and waned over the minutes and hours; it pivoted sharply with the patient’s breath, gasp, or grip. We clinged to that belief, be it big or small, that our loved one will walk out of the hospital. For those with both drops or volumes of faith, God was a focal point in this step. Hope (and prayer) are massive anchors in this time of need when all you really have is yourself and your thoughts. Yet, as some of us turn to God and pray, we should understand that faith is harder for someone with long-term underlying conditions or the younger patients. Yes, miracles can and do happen. We may know of those that deny death. Th...