As we marvel at
Emma’s swift progress and are overwhelmed with appreciation, I cannot stop
thinking about those we met at Children’s whose progress was not swift or
positive.
My thoughts are
with the Amish parents who have been staying at the hospital with their
one-year old since December. While they
reject most modern conveniences, they are desperate for a cure for their
precious baby and shower her with love as she is hooked up to a myriad of tubes
and monitors.
My thoughts are
with the parents who were with us in the waiting room during surgery whose tiny
infant was undergoing open-heart surgery.
My thoughts are
with the boy next to Emma in the recovery room who did not wake smoothly from
anesthesia after routine surgery. A huge
team of doctors and nurses worked on him for 45 minutes until he was whisked
away to the ICU.
My thoughts are
with the donor and recipient of the organ that passed us in a cooler in the
hallway.
I also think about
the fact that if Emma happened to be born in a less-developed country, it is
likely that she would not have been able to get the tumors removed and would be
unable to walk. Our access to superior
care has made this ordeal so manageable and yet such care is out of reach for
so many in this world.
Experiences such as
this provide strong reminders that while we live our day-to-day normal lives,
so many are dealing with struggles beyond our comprehension. Of course, we all know that – it’s just that
sometimes it really hits us so hard it hurts.
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