Autumn 2012 - Shodair Children's Hospital
Autumn 2012 - Shodair Children's Hospital
Autumn 2012 - Shodair Children's Hospital
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
“<br />
The following story is a composite, inspired by the<br />
children I have treated over the past 22 years in the<br />
Northwest and my new home state of Montana:<br />
My name is Sara. My grandma raised me for<br />
as long as I can remember. I’m 10 now. I<br />
never knew my daddy. I know my mom<br />
wasn’t supposed to tell me this, but he’s in<br />
prison now. I know Grandma was really<br />
mad at my mom when she told me,<br />
because I snuck out of my room<br />
late one night and heard her<br />
yelling at my mom over<br />
the phone...and my<br />
Grandma never<br />
yelled—ever.<br />
My family is just her<br />
and me. I think my<br />
mom left me<br />
because I was really<br />
a brat. I went to<br />
counseling because<br />
Grandma made me. I<br />
didn’t want to go. Grandma<br />
and the counselor lady told me<br />
my Mommy left me because she drank<br />
too much. I’m still not sure…I can be a brat<br />
sometimes, but Grandma loves me anyway.<br />
Christmas with Grandma was so good.<br />
We’re poor, but we always went to church<br />
and somehow Santa always knew what I<br />
wanted. Even after I found out Santa wasn’t<br />
for real, I always got what I wanted. I<br />
pretended I believed in Santa until last<br />
year. I didn’t want to hurt Grandma’s<br />
feelings, but she figured out I knew Santa<br />
wasn’t real and that I was pretending.<br />
Grandma is smart.<br />
I recognized the names<br />
of two teenage girls who would<br />
be receiving the woolly hats and<br />
socks I wrapped, and knew one of<br />
them would see no family over the<br />
holiday. Trained as I am to detach,<br />
I still got that feeling in the pit of<br />
my stomach and said a little<br />
prayer for her…<br />
Now comes the really hard part: Grandma<br />
is old and gets sick a lot. She’s always at<br />
the doctor. This year, on the last day of<br />
school before Christmas, I got called to the<br />
office. Grandma is in the hospital with a<br />
breathing tube and these two ladies tell<br />
me I’m going to a foster home. “No way!”<br />
I shouted. “I want to be with my<br />
Grandma, now!”<br />
I don’t know what happened next,<br />
really. I blacked out, scared<br />
and mad—my heart and<br />
head racing. At the<br />
hospital, they told me<br />
I hit those ladies and<br />
had to be restrained.<br />
Police came… and<br />
I will spend<br />
Christmas at<br />
<strong>Shodair</strong> in Helena.<br />
Well, I can tell you<br />
now, what a neat place.<br />
I wish I was with Grandma,<br />
but everyone was so nice! My<br />
counselor talked to Grandma’s doctor.<br />
My social worker came to see me even<br />
though I gave her a black eye. I cried. I<br />
felt so bad! On Christmas morning, there<br />
were lots of presents and a big man with a<br />
guitar singing Christmas carols and there<br />
was lots of good food.<br />
At <strong>Shodair</strong>, I got to make friends. One boy<br />
told me he was in foster care and his foster<br />
parents were really nice! Best of all, soon<br />
after Christmas, I got to talk to Grandma.<br />
Her voice was really hoarse from the<br />
breathing tube, but she told me to be<br />
good so I could visit her soon.<br />
Yes, there is a Santa after all!<br />
<strong>Autumn</strong> <strong>2012</strong> 3<br />
”