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Monday, September 3, 2007

Don't Poke Me Please!

I used to frequent hospitals and clinics myself when I was a little boy. I didn't go there for the pretty nurses, the free lollipops or even the free balloons. I too shared a similar past as to my son's current condition. I developed a rare form of kidney ailment in which the only way was to manage it was with potent medicines and the hope for a cure was time. No medicine and by the luck of the seventh year, if the disease does not recur then a complete healing can be pronouced. I didn't know about the seven-year rule but I am glad to find out that I actually qualified to make that pronouncement 15 years ago. Once during my teen years, I almost beat the seven year marked only to find out on the exact day of my seventh year anniversary, my kidney ailment came back. My son is currently battling a kidney disease that shares the same root as mine but is undetermined whether it will yield the same type of fruit.

Each time, I visited the hospital, it was a routine procedure. I stuck my hands out and two to three young pretty nurses would stuck a giant needle in to my veins in an attempt to draw blood. I later nicknamed these young girls as draculas since they loved my blood so much. I used to come home with my arms full of bandaids and blood bruises especially if I had to spend a few days in the hospital. I was too young to remember my very first time staying in the hospital since I was only two. I must have outgrown the anxiety of getting stuck by needles since my memory does not include screaming, struggling and yelling when they stuck me with needles. My memory seems to only date back to the three young draculas but then why would there be three of them instead of just one since it does not take three to stick a needle in to my arm. I guess I altered a little of my memory, the other two nurses had to hold me down or somehow distract me with lollipops or balloons.

My son just came out from the hospital last week in which he spent 5 days recovering. He had another episode and this marked the fourth hospitalization in the last two months. This is a frustrating disease that sometimes make you think you are on track to recovery but out of nowhere it ambushes you like a terrorist. My son came home with poke marks all over his arms just like mine. Each mark was a battle and each battle he fought hard. I sympathesize with him and I know exactly what he goes through in his mind. I re-live this part of my childhood with him each time. It is such a helpless feeling to see your son getting hurt and you can't do anything about it. I can't help but to see his eyes fill with tears looking at me and as if he is saying to me with those eyes..daddy why do you let them poke me. My heart is poked so badly each time when that happens. The following clip is about how to bring a child some hope in there moments of despair. Be touched!

18 comments:

Jenny Hu said...

The clip is so touching. My heart goes out to all sick children's in the world. God bless

Tammy said...

It is so hard being a parent to a sick child. I know the look you refer to when your child is in pain and there is not a thing in the world that you can do about it. I could only comfort him afterwards and hope that he will forget.

Jay said...

You are such a lovely father. Dont worry. Just have faith.

RennyBA said...

A very touching story and clip and good reminder of that people should care more about each other and stop all this negative waves!

Phillip said...

What a touching clip. As parents we all wish to protect our kids.
Good story

Don said...

You have been awarded the "You Make Me Smile Award" from http://donsloft.blogspot.com/
Have a great day !

Tom Kusher said...

I am very touched by your work and the clip. You are a great dad and your son is lucky to have a loving father which may soon be an unfortunate minority in our society. Keep writing.

Aniela said...

I have 6 year old who was diagnosed with cancer since he was 2 years old. The poke marks are all too familiar and I have learn to turn the tears in to strength. Hang in there because they are tougher than you think. My son is in full recovery at this point and I hope yours will be there soon.

Faye said...

You seem to be a strong dad having gone through what you been through. This is a very inspiring post. I have a very sick nephew and same as you, it's been tough for there family.

Jessica said...

Thank you for sharing this wonderful story. May your son be well soon.

Don said...

Please if you took my last post wrong it wasn't meant to be the way it seemed.
My last comment earlier today was not in response to the post or the clip... I only wanted to let you know of the award because this site has uplifting posts and such and just made a comment about the award.
I am sorry if it was taken in the wrong context. Hope all is going well !

Pamela Munoz said...

God bless your son. Most kids who made it out these way become strong beings and I am sure your son is on his way.

Katherine Higgins said...

I hope your son is doing ok. He is going to grow up stronger! I was a cancer survivor myself and now a mother of 6 sons.

Kathy said...

Thank you for sharing your inspirational story. I love the clip and anything that brings a smile to a child. A child should always be smilling no matter what.

Jay Cam said...

omg i HHAAATTEE gettin shots! i once punched a doc in the face casue of that!
:)

Jay Cam said...

care to trade links? if you want to, post mine then contact me back and i'll post yours!

my link is http://jaysmoney.blogspot.com
thanks!

Bola said...

Your story is so touching.I wish your son full recovery soon.May he grow strongly daily.Take care,and keep being the great dad you are.

Peace,

Bola.

Missladybug said...

Good for you for sharing your touching story. I am sure you are providing comfort to others who have gone thru similar crises. I hope your child gets well.