After spending the day at Vanderbilt with Jackson to start his bone infusions, I was reminded that gender, race, financial status, or even what church you attend means nothing at all.
My heart broke for all of the children there receiving chemo or infusions. Children of different ethnic backgrounds. Children of parents who had little in the way of money, and children from parents who had more than enough. I saw a girl who could hardly move and had no hair left. A child no older than 6 throwing up but refusing help and insisting to her concerned parents that she was okay. I watched a mother rolling her child around in a wheelchair for hours to distract her. I saw babies and I saw teenage boys just barely old enough to drive. I watched volunteers hand out toys, drinks, and snacks. Doing whatever they could to help cheer and encourage these little patients. It didn’t matter if the child was a girl or a boy. If their parents were poor or rich. If their skin was black or white.
In this they were all one. All fighting to stay alive. They were equals.
If only everyone who thought their race or the amount of money they had in the bank made them better than others could visit the 6th floor at Vanderbilt, it would change the world.
Love and blessings,