Not me–I am lucky. Lucky Lea! We actually found a sign while on a sailing trip that said just that.
For peds I am on a respiratory floor. I am at one of THE BEST, if not THE BEST children’s hospitals in the country. This means I see a lot of hardcore cystic fibrosous patients and asthma patients. The asthma patients get better once they get some rest and, mainly, drugs. The cystic fibrosis patient also, with a few exceptions, gets better after a more lengthy tuneup. Cystic fibrosous does not just affect lungs–it affects your pancreas (amongst other things) so most older CF patients (age 4-16) get pancreatic enzymes and some are diabetic. There has been a lot of headway with CF and now the mild cases have life expectancy of up to 40 (it was 20 about 5 years ago).
Anyhoo- enough about respiratory–I go back tomorrow. What I am here to say is that, for a hot second, W and I were thinking about looking into adopting a child. I have never met this child but it (‘it’ is for HIPPA) is supposed to be amazing and smiley. You see this child is in the hospital for a birth defect and needs a major–very experimental–transplant. It cannot get the transplant because it was born to druggies and was then abandoned when they learned of the amount of care needed. Oh–I think it was starved (via neglect) for awhile too. Since the child does not have a stable home it is not a viable candidate for the transplant. It is going to a home instead. I don’t want to say the age of the child but let me leave it at this child is very very young.
That is a shit life.
We talked, I gleaned information from classmates, and I went over it with my dad. We can’t, I can’t, W can’t adopt and we know that. The child, no matter what, will probably not get a transplant and even if it does (like all transplants) will be on massive amounts of drugs for the rest of its life–if it survived the surgery. Its just sad. Its shit. It sucks that a child has to be born to shitty parents in a shitty situation. Its shit to not be able to help.