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rrammfcitktturjsp:
Paula,

  It was funny.  And yet it reminds me of so much good in the world these days.  There is good everywhere that I look or potential for good. 

  I needed to add to the prior post that, he had his bat in the hospital and we often would play some ball down on the grounds or in the hall.  He asked me if I believed in heaven, and I told him in a way I did.  He would often let me see and hold his baseball and tell me that when he went to heaven, to look for him with his bat up there and we would play ball.

  I also remember when they were wheeling him into the OR, I did lose it and begin to cry becuase it was a risky and experimental procedure, and I remember apologizing to him and moving to leave the room.  I remember him taking my hand and saying, please do not go.  I am glad that you are crying becuase you care.  I want you in here.

  I am so glad that I can care no matter what.  I may get my heart trampled on many times, but at least I know that I will have made a little difference in this great big world.

  The forum has taught me this as did this little boy.

  I wanted to end on a positive note.

  Sincerely,



  Anne C. McGuire

iris:
Anne, that was so sad.  :'(


Iris

SandyFla:
Anne,

Did you ever think about becoming a chaplain, social worker or counselor? They work with directly with people who are grieving. From what you wrote, it seems you would be a good one.

Just a thought ...

Sandy

rrammfcitktturjsp:
Sandy,
 
  The field of pychiatry has been one that is interesting.  I would love to help young kids and work with that age group, as I have a precious son and would hope that his doctor would be concerned and caring about him as much as I do.  Dr. Farmer, his ped, is co caring and loving toward my son.  When he was born last June, we did not have a ped picked out, and I remember standing at the nursery window watcing Dr. Farmer and seeing him stop and pat the babies and talk to them.  I saw their hands reaching toward them and I saw his hands cupping those little small hands.  I watched and waited when he approached my son and I saw them interacting with eachother.  I thrilled.  On the second day, he had just started having breakfast <grins> my son, and the nurse told me that the Dr. was on his way to check on him.  Now having only been accustomed to B. Feeding for only day and much less than two days, I told the nurse that my son was to eat uninterrupted.  And the doctor understood.  My precious son finished in 45 minutes later and the doctor himself came to the room and understood my concern, and never pulled that Patient vs. Doctor nonsense.  He looked beyond that and saw a very tired new mother who wanted nothing but the best for her child and that she was going to make him, the doctor, wait until her son was taken care of.  He did tell me, that I was one of the few that had the guts to stand up to him.  After that, he was our pedi and still is.  My son adores him.

  I have thought about counseling, but there is something just holding the hand of a little one and to provide a buffer for them.

  God may call me to this, but I would rather be in there in the heat of the battle helping these little ones.  <wipes a tear from my eye while smiling at my son>

  Sincerely,



  Anne C. McGuire

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