One hazel.
They couldn't be more different.
They couldn't be more beautiful.
Today was a hard day. Lots of stress. But I'm blessed to have all that I do.
I was telling my dad today that every time I start feeling sorry for myself I remind myself of the clinical rotation I did in the pediatric oncology unit during nursing school. I will never ever forget it. Those brave children changed me. And I am grateful.
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In a much more removed way, I have also been changed by the children in the oncology unit. When I was at OU Children's for 2 weeks before I had Cora, it never failed that my visitors would come in and share the story of an elevator ride with the parent/loved one of a sick child. Many of them were on their way to the "8th floor." Jake's parents ran into a family friend they hadn't seen in a long time whose grandson was being treated for a brain tumor. She would come and visit every now and then, as she was basically living at the hospital. There were plenty of other children not on that floor with stories, the worst one was a grandma on her way to see her grandson who had been abused by her mother's boyfriend. When I would start feeling sorry for myself, a little afraid, or just lonely, I would think about how all of the floors above and below me held children and parents all fighting for the most precious thing, their lives. It was so humbling. All of those children became a regular part of my prayers. The rawness of being there with them has faded over time, but it shouldn't have. Thank you for the reminder.
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