In five minutes, my Grand Rounds submission will be late.
I’m tired. Sad. Home after two days of caregiving.
“Things that inspire me.”
That’s the topic for this week.
Except I can’t think of a thing. Notre Dame football, the Cleveland Browns, NASCAR, rock and roll…
Dear Lord, am I that shallow?
What about family? Why can’t I bring up patients or nursing or the fact that my daughter gets married in six days?
The mind is as dry as the ducts that won’t produce the tears that so desperately want to flow.
I’m sitting here feeling sorry for myself.
It’s a regular pity-party and the only person invited is me.
So… I’m wandering around the blogosphere and I clicked on Sam over at Blog, MD. Haven’t been over there for awhile. Sam hasn’t been posting much.
But this caught my eye. It’s a photo from a Pulitzer Prize winning series by Renee C. Byer.
The boy is Derek. Mom is Donna.
Derek has neuroblastoma.
This is a great photo.
You need to see them all.
Take a box of Kleenex.
Here is the link: 2007 Pulitzer Prize
Go ahead and look at the photos. Be sure to read the captions. Then come back here.
Sam is a pediatric hematologist-oncologist.
Every year he rides in the Pan-Mass Challenge to raise money to help kids with cancer and their families. Last year he raised over $83,000.
He’d like to surpass that this year.
Sam rides for real patients so they and their families can get real, tangible help. You can read about his patients – the reason he rides – at Ride For Them.
Information on donating is here.
Sam has no idea this post is going up. No idea that late on a Sunday evening he provided the impetus for inspiration.
Football, racing, music.
They’re just leisure activities.
Inspiration is defined by women like Donna who find strength when they don’t think they can handle much more.
By patients like Derek.
And by docs like Sam, who care for these patients.
Inspiration is something that hits you when you least expect it.
I think I was meant to stumble on that site tonight.
The tears are flowing, and they are theraputic.
The pity-party is over, and those are never theraputic.
This isn’t the first time that a blogger has been an inspiration to me.
It won’t be the last.