Goodness in Peed Onk and Everywhere

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Hey fellow travelers! I think this was an even busier week for all of us! Because of that, my independent reading and my trip to London have been delayed because I got distracted by thirteen other destinations. And so, I want to explain to you what I experienced on one of these detours.

           Last week, after a horrific trip to Alabama, I mentioned my hope for witnessing the good side of humanity in my travels. As I hoped, there was incredible goodness every where I looked during my trip to Pediatric Oncology through the pages of the short story, "People Like That Are the Only People Here: Canonical Babbling in Peed Onk." At the hospital, a mother brought in her baby son after discovering a blood clot in his diaper. After some tests, it was determined that the baby had a malignant tumor on his left kidney. This shocking news was given to the mother as the baby playfully flipped the lights on and off. In a way, the rapid switching of lighting paralleled our emotions; normalcy was thrown into chaos teetering on the edge of darkness. But, instead of falling apart, the mother took her son home, broke the news to his father, and then the both of them soldiered back to the hospital for the baby's radial nephrectomy. Needless to day, I didn’t have to look far to see goodness.

Even though I had never met any of the families in the hospital previous to my visit, I felt my heart go out to them from the moment I met them. But even besides that, this trip was a personal one for me. For quite a while, I have considered a career in pediatric oncology. From this point of view, the trip helped me to understand what the families of the patients have to go through, as well as the importance of compassionate and attentive care givers.

“Pediatric Oncology” is a phrase that seems to embody a grim sorrow. And indeed, I felt sorrow as I walked through the halls of that hospital and heard the stories of the persevering and strong parents. But at the same time, I felt respect and compassion for them, because of the goodness of their hearts. The parents said that persevering was their only choice. But I think that we always have a choice, and the parents chose to be brave. For example, I met a father named Frank, with a son named Joey, and he has stuck with his son for five years, while his wife left. Frank was an unsung hero. All of the family members I met were unsung heroes because of the circumstances they were suddenly presented with. This supported my opinion that each of us has a good, heroic side in us, and we have the choice to act on that side.

This week, I will finally be traveling to London through the pages of my independent reading, and I will tell you all about it next week!
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stephscott on

What a poignant entry, Kerri.

Excellent work. I hope your next location offers a bit of a respite. :)

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