As we approach another Christmas I saw a picture from the Stollery Children's Hospital showing all of the preparations for Christmas morning. The "Beach" is the play area on the 4th floor which was jammed with presents and all of the other items that will be distributed to the kids in the hospital on Christmas morning. It really is Santa's workshop. The amount of effort put into this is truly amazing and it does really make Christmas special for families who are unfortunate enough to have to spend Christmas in the hospital.
This image reminded me of our Christmas at the Stollery. Our Christmas wish was very different that year. We were waiting for a heart transplant and it would have been amazing to have received our donor heart on Christmas, but it was not meant to be. In fact Christmas Eve we learned that we had been offered a heart the night before but it was too large for Russell by the smallest of margins and it went to another child instead. A child who happened to be at the next bed. Our frustration on that do was very evident. We were especially thankful to a special elf who spent time with is on that Christmas Eve. That special elf was Russell's Berlin Heart brother who was also waiting for a heart. It was hard to be frustrated or angry when talking to someone who had the exact same issue.
To all of Santa's Helpers at the Stollery who are working feverishly this Christmas...I wrote this note below. I hope you enjoy!
'Twas the Night Before
Christmas
'Twas the night before
Christmas, 6 short years ago,
Where we found
ourselves, far from our home.
I remember the cold
that memorable night.
As our tiny boy, was
far from alright.
In the Stollery's care
our boy stayed in good stead
His heart beat held
steady with a device by his bed.
Our future uncertain,
our outcome unknown
A new heart for
Christmas; our impatience had grown.
Our journey had started
three months before.
His heart
fell ill and could not take anymore.
My 8 week old boy's
heart was nearing the end.
His heart was sick and
could not be mend.
ICU and hospital our
new home became
A heart for a
transplant became our new aim.
The days turned to
weeks and our fate seemed so grim.
The watching and
waiting were doing us in.
One offer, then
another; not quite a right fit
Could Christmas bring
that one special gift?
Christmas day came and
went, our gift did not come
Another day had come
and gone; unanswered prayers to some.
One day passed and then
another, an end not in sight
We doubted and fretted;
would our boy win this fight?
But unknown to us the
stage had been set.
In a city far away in
the Pacific Northwest.
Another young boy was
clinging to life.
A story filled with
sorrow and unfortunate strife.
The stage was now set;
a decision was made.
A call of compassion
and plans were well laid
Early that morning just
before the New Year
A heart had been found;
joy replaced fear.
The waiting was over; a
new chapter began
Our gift of new life
was all part of the plan.
As I think of this time
and memories so fond.
We stop and remember my
son's kindred bond.
A selfless choice, by a
father and mother.
A new beginning for us;
an end for another.
At this time of year I
remember our plight
And our special gift
that ended our fight.
Our Christmas wish to
one and all.
Is of joy, and peace
and thanks above all.
Merry Christmas from Donald, Susan, Nicole, and Russell
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