March 13, 2009

Separated by a Curtain....


                                                                                             photo credit: Ryder Masina
I spent 8 hours in the E.R. with my son last night. His stomach pain complaints prompted me to take him to the insta-care clinic. They sent me directly to the Hospital, fearing appendicitis. We got checked in, and the wait began. We talked to a Doctor, and waited. We moved from the waiting room, to the sectionals and waited. It went on and on: X-rays, CAT scans, lab tests...all intermingled with long hours of waiting, and short visits from Doctors. As we sat in the fabric partitioned patient area, blinded by colorful drapes, I could hear all the intimate details and worries of the strangers surrounding us. With my back to the curtain, I overheard the doctor explaining two options existed for one such faceless family. Their five year old girl had stepped on a hypodermic needle while playing at the park. The parents were worried about the unknown. They brought the needle in to be tested. OPTION ONE: WAIT. There was nothing to be done for HEP C. HIV/AIDS has only a small chance of developing from an infected needle. A very small possibility existed, but still a possibility. OPTION TWO: A preventive, anti-viral treatments exists for HIV. Side effects of this treatment would wreck havoc on the young girls body: suppressed immune system, hair, bone density, bone marrow loss, nausea, vomiting, etc., all on a very small chance of transmission. I stopped breathing. The doctor excused himself. Life changing decisions were made. My life moved on. I cried for that family on my way home... or maybe I cried for myself. Cried that I was so lucky to be on the other side of the fabric curtain. We were out of the hospital, on our way home. My son, although not 100%, was O.K., and I could sleep knowing he is only going to get better. I was going home to my husband and family. Life as usual continued.
Earlier this week, a neighborhood friend I went to High School with lost her husband. Children my kids play with lost their father. Our lives are separated by just one house. I cried.

4 comments:

The Finau Family said...

Wow how sad for the family on the other side of the curtain.. Just when we think our lives are so hard, the Lord sends us a reminder that there are two sides to the curtain.. I pray for that lil girl and hope all is well for them..
Thanks for the reminder Omi...

Puanani said...

OMG :(...what a heart-wrenching post...but glad to hear that Ryder is OK. We have much to be grateful for!

T*Family said...

I hope and pray that both families find comfort during this time. As well to you and your family. Glad to see that Ryder is ok. Love you guys...

Nichols Family said...

Omi,
What a post. I'm just so glad there is so much JOY in this world to balance out all the horrible stuff. Like someone said above, thanks for the reminder of all I have to be grateful for.
Toe
PS: So, are you free Easter weekend or no?