My brother and his family spent the better part of a year at the Stollery Children's Hospital in Edmonton, Alberta for Will's medical issues. They got to know the hospital and its staff very well in that time. They shared many tender moments, laughs and tears with the medical crew. For the year, it became their primary home and their house in Saskatchewan became secondary. In this hospital, there was hope.
Today Jason had to go back to the Stollery for work (he's an arbitrator for union members with grievances). He didn't stay long. He couldn't. He said he spoke to the employee with the grievance at lightning speed, his brain not even functioning at 1/2 capacity. His brain kept telling him to search out the doctors and nurses who worked so hard to get Will better, but his heart forced him to keep his head down. He couldn't get out of that hospital fast enough.
He'll have to go back, as he didn't accomplish what he set out to do today. I'm hoping his next visit is easier for him. I doubt it will be. Sometimes time doesn't heal wounds... it opens them back up.