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a long way from home

This evening, as I was taking "signout" about the patients I will inherit on the pediatric inpatient unit tomorrow, for some reason I started to think about how far away I am from "home"

Not necessarily a home to which I want to return. My original home in Brooklyn, New York. The daughter of a bus driver who graduated from High School and a homemaker who had to quit school after the 8th grade. A life with no extravagance. A life of goals that seemed unrealistic, and completely out of reach.

My thoughts were wandering as I considered not the diseases of the little patients I will be seeing in the morning, or who may come in during the week, but their life circumstances. I know so little about them at this time. I know so little of their backgrounds, their situations in life. I am pretty sure that none of them call Brooklyn home. And most have likely never seen a city as big as my home town. Yet somehow I feel that we are connected.

Many of the children will be admitted with acute illnesses that can be treated. Some will be there with chronic problems that take a long time to heal. Some will have traveled from a far distance, others may live within a few miles of the Children's Hospital. Yet all of them likely have a goal, or will once they are old enough. Or their parents have a goal on their behalf. And it is my job to see that they can get out of the hospital so that they can pursue that goal, whatever it may be.

Wishing my readers a good week, full of goals that are within reach, even if they at first don't seem to be.

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