Cook Children's Medical Center Promise Luncheon
I had the best looking date at the Cook Children's Medical Center Promise Luncheon yesterday. I'm so thankful I was able to spend some time with Drew since eating lunch with him is a rarity. My oldest, attending college in hopes of becoming a pediatric oncologist, in honor of his sister. My child who has chosen to grow out his hair so he can donate his beautiful locks to other children. I sure admire his heart.
This is an annual luncheon hosted by the hospital to raise funds for the Hematology/Oncology department, and my second one to attend. It was great to visit with the hospital staff and I even got to say hello to our friends from Kendra Scott who were also in attendance. The agenda is usually lunch and speakers. As we were eating a video was shown of two families that have been oncology patients. One was a survivor story, the other was not. On the video when the mother of the second child starting crying and stated that her baby had passed away, I had to leave the table and go to the restroom to compose myself. While there I kept thinking...What am I doing here? I know how this goes. It's the reality of childhood cancer and I live with it everyday. Why can't I just sit there? I guess the answer is because I don't want anyone to know this pain, and I was just shown another family that now has unwanted membership into this club.
As I was standing at the sink trying to get myself together, I found myself thinking of my son at that table. I knew if he was able to get in that restroom he would be there checking on me. The door opened and one of the hospital foundation employees entered. I looked over at her and she said, "I looked at your table and saw that you were missing so I came to check on you." She came over and hugged me and we both cried. I gathered my thoughts, pulled myself together and we walked back out to our respective tables. This is a perfect example of why this hospital will always be in my heart. This is not anyone that took care of Faith, just someone that has heard the stories of her. Someone sitting at a different table that looked for me, out of 300 people, on purpose. Someone that cared enough to leave their lunch and the program to come find me. This is why I love Cook Children's, it's the people. And this is why Faith loves it too.