in the library...

In the library studying. While walking through the stacks to get back to my desk, which is conveniently hidden in the back corner of the lower level of the library, I see a book that literally makes me stop in my tracks.

Its called, "When Children Die".

Maybe I was just sick of studying, but I stopped and started to read it. It was a book written for health care professionals about working with the families of children with terminal diseases. It fascinated me. I skimmed through and read various sections. It made me sad. There was a section about siblings. There was a story about a family where the healthy child's birthday kept falling on the same days as her brother's treatments and surgeries. It made me wonder how you would tell your 4 year old child that you can't celebrate her birthday because you have to sit in a hospital waiting room. It made me wonder what it would be like to be that child. It made me wonder what it would be like to be the sick child. If I were a sick child, would I care that I was getting more attention than my siblings? Probably not. I don't like being sick, so I can't really see myself liking being terminally sick. Is that wrong?

It reminded me of that stupid Jodi Piccoult book that I got from Karen. My Sister's Keeper. I guess its all along the same line. I think it all comes down to me realizing that having kids is probably the most stressful thing ever. Stupid Jodi Piccoult. It amazes me that she is published. Still, its an interesting read, I suppose.

Okay, this is way too heavy. Time to take a break and enjoy the sun. Going to Jamba Juice and maybe walk around a bit before Extreme and DH. Maybe I'll post about DH later. We'll see.