Today we made our weekly trip to Doernbechers HEMOC Clinic. It is located under the purple sanddollar sign on the dreaded 10th floor.
This will be our last weekly trip for a while. If everything goes well, we won’t be back for a month.
TeenGirl and I sat down in the lobby as usual, to wait for the intake nurse. There is an adorable wooden sailboat rocker in front of the chairs we sat in. I commented on how much K4 would like that toy. Once we were settled in the chairs, I looked the boat over and notice a brass plate on the boats stern. It said the rocker was donated in memory of “Tanner Man”… a little boy who lost his fight with cancer at 20 months old.
I thought, how unfair is it that some of us have multiple children who are healthy and survive into old age… and others lose their child so early.
Yes, I have seen the death of a child. One just 25 months old to a tragic accident, we didn’t experience the tragedy of watching your child die… it was quick and tragic and never forgotten. Yes, I am sitting in the clinic with TeenGirl right now… but she won’t die. We are already out of the woods, at least with this round. The four K’s are home, safe and healthy driving Daddy nuts right now.
The infusion rooms around us are filled with other peoples children. A couple are Teens, many are so young… toddlers and preschoolers and I find myself issuing silent prayers that none of these children will lose their fight.
Today is our last visit for a while. I fervently hope others experience that blessing as well.