On Going Home

Last week almost every bed in my division was occupied. Today, only a handful remain. Four children I had played with on a consistent basis went home between Friday and today. It's hard to know what to feel when you see a child you have played with and gotten to know over the course of a couple weeks go home. Yes, of course I am excited that they are well enough to go home, who wouldn't be? But, I also realize that I will probably never see them again, and will never know how they are doing, and at the same time I am hoping that I will not see them back in the hospital.

At least this afternoon, there was not much to do, because any children that were still in the division were either asleep or occupied in some other manner. I guess, sadly, I know I will have more to do this week, because there will always be children getting sick and needing help. This fact is inevitable, so I might as well make those children who have to be in the division a bit happier. My task for the week: get to know more kids!