But remarkably, they still laugh and ride Big Wheels in the hallways and paint pictures and act silly. Just today one of our little guys got to walk outside for the first time in months. And it was like a party in the hallways seeing him off to the elevator so he could go "see the sky". Sigh.
|A tidy stack of quilts on the linen cart.|
|A quilt waiting for a new patient on the BMT.|
But what I do know is that a quilt, made with love and delivered daily with hands that care, was a bright spot in the life of a sick little girl. A quilt made a garbage dump of a situation not as stinky. A quilt got a frightened child to feel safe and warm and calm. A quilt mattered to her.
And that's only one of the quilt stories on our unit.
*Not her real name.