The Saddest Place on Earth

In stark contrast with Disney World, I have decided the saddest place on Earth is Children's Hospital. This may be a bit of an exaggeration when we take into perspective places in third world countries with starving children so perhaps I should revise my statement to be Children's Hospital is the saddest place in America. The hallways, waiting rooms, cafeteria, and parking lots are all filled with parents who look worried, exhausted, and beaten up and children whose lives will be a battle.  

 When we first started coming I felt incredibly overwhelmed looking around at the other families. I had a feeling of shock that I had ended up here with those people everyone looks at with pity. The longer we've been coming here, I feel less in shock and more a part of a sad comradery. Without speaking a single word to each other, we all share a bond of common experience.  I hope one day to be the person who wouldn't have changed a thing about the life they've been given and can give encouragment rather than empathetic half smiles to the other families. But for now I'm muddling through the appointments with a broken heart, looking for good news where I can find it, yet ever being skeptical that bad news can sneak in at any moment.  Sitting here in this saddest of places, I feel an ounce of encouragement in knowing I'm not alone.

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  1. Pam HopkinsAugust 7, 2012 at 4:00 PM

    Megan, I know exactly how you feel. We spent many an hour at Children's hospital/Cardinal Glennon in St. Louis. I am so sorry you have to go through all of this. It is so difficult dealing with a sick child. Please remember, God is with you. You and Wesley are in my daily prayers. Hang in there.
    Love,
    Aunt Pam

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  2. AnonymousAugust 8, 2012 at 10:06 AM

    Beautifully said Megan and I'm so sorry you are having to experience this club you didn't ask to be a memeber of. You are right, there is something comforting about knowing you are not the only one hurting, but how you wish no one else was either. I believe God does have something good out of all our pain and sorrow, it just isn't aparent right now. We pray that in time He will show you and until then, hold on to Him for strength.
    In His Grace,
    Dawn Phillips

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  3. KristaAugust 8, 2012 at 6:04 PM

    YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Not ever!

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