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Friday, March 11, 2016

Beads of Courage Guest Blog - Contributed by Alic Shook, RN, BSN

Alic Shook is a Pediatric Oncology/Hematology Nurse at UCSF Benioff Children's Hospital, Oakland, California


Beads of Courage member Victor, age 5
Just a few days before Christmas, one of my favorite patients, Victor, and his mother arrived from home.  They were originally scheduled for admission earlier in the afternoon, but didn't arrive to the unit until 11 pm.  They’d spent the entire day in their car.  The mountains near their home in Nevada were covered with heavy snowfall and the usual four-hour drive turned into a nine-hour trek. 

While I was glad to hear I'd be his nurse that night, I found myself wondering, "Really?  We're admitting a kid for chemo the night before Christmas Eve?  Does the body – deep down on a cellular level – does the body know the difference between December 23rd and December 26th?  Probably.  Could this have waited until after the holiday?  Probably not.”  But I couldn’t think of anything more healing for both him and his mother than to be at home on Christmas with the rest of their family.  I couldn’t think of anything more disruptive than beeping pumps, blinking lights, and chemotherapy. 

Despite nine hours in the car and being admitted just two days before Christmas, he sat in his bed happily watching cartoons on an iPad while his mother moved the car.  When she returned to the room I asked her how she was doing.  We talked as she unpacked their things and made a temporary home out of a lifeless hospital room.  I remember she reached up to hang multiple strands of beads on his IV pole, but I didn't think much about them then.  She was always smiling, always calm, always kind.  In her eyes I could see she was exhausted.  I have been moved witnessing her patience and tender love for her son. 

A few weeks earlier I'd run into Victor’s mom, Amber, in one of the hallways.  I was at the hospital working on a research project for our palliative care program.  She looked struck by something and asked me, "Did you hear about Abri?"

Abri was another oncology patient on our unit, a 19-month-old girl.  She was diagnosed with leukemia just after her first birthday and spent the next eight months in the hospital with few breaks at home.  The leukemia hadn’t responded to the final round of chemotherapy, so the medical team tried another round of chemo.  When that didn’t work, they tried a “salvage” round of chemo.  I’ve always thought that sounds so desperate – salvage.  I suppose it is.  Her course was complicated by typhlitis, an inflammation of the bowel particularly associated with infection in neutropenic patients.  Now that was mostly under control.  But her white cell count was climbing and the leukemic cells were crowding out healthy cells.  Her organs were overwhelmed.  She was dying.

I’d been her nurse often in the days leading up to this moment and I sensed that she was not going to recover this time.  It's as if there's a moment when you can no longer push the possibility of death to the back of your mind because the possibility of death has become the reality of life.  There was an acknowledgement in the air between Amber and I that this reality is something the children and families on the pediatric oncology unit had been living with for a long time.  Certainly Victor's mother was living with it. 

She leaned up against the wall in the hallway, "I can't imagine," she said talking about Abri's parents.  "Their whole lives have been changed, just like that."  She looked off in the distance at nothing tangible, nothing visible to the eyes.  I had a feeling that perhaps she was reflecting on how her life had been changed, how her life could still be changed.  "I keep thinking about Journie.  Victor was playing with her right before it happened."  

Beads of Courage member Journie, age 2
She was talking about another little girl, Journie, 2 years old, who died less than two weeks prior.  Journie was originally diagnosed with hepatoblastoma.  A few months after completing treatment, she was diagnosed with a secondary, aggressive form of leukemia and after multiple rounds of chemotherapy was awaiting a bone marrow transplant.   As an African American, she had a 76% likelihood of finding a matching donor.  

Her mother worked tirelessly to find her a match, holding donor drives all over the Bay Area and beyond.  She found a donor and, in the process, raised a great deal of awareness and created a community.  Because of her – because of all the precious hours she had to spend away from Journie, because of the months of sleep deprivation she endured, because of an unrelenting determination to find a match for her daughter – hundreds signed up to be bone marrow donors.   Less than a week before Journie’s planned transplant day she died suddenly. 

In his hospital room on Christmas Eve, Victor and his mother had fallen quickly into a deep sleep, no doubt exhausted after their long drive.  At some point in the night, I went to hang an IV medication on his pole and for the first time really noticed the strands of beads hanging there.  They were "Beads of Courage."  On one of the long strands was spelled out J-O-U-R-N-I-E.  Images of her came to my memory.   It was as if she was there in the room.  I reached up and touched them, thinking about her.  Thinking about him.  And thinking about Abri.  I thought to myself, "Abri's name should be up there too."  

It was like coming into contact with something mystical and spiritual, something that no diagnosis, no lab value, no chemotherapy, and no medical jargon could define.  This was the very stuff of life - stuff that, in moments such as this, transcends language.  It's not just one bead that symbolizes what these children and families go through:  the seemingly endless nights away from home, the chemo, the appointments, the hair loss, the diarrhea, the nausea, the vomiting, the fear, the missed school days, the grief, the long hospitalizations, all the friends made and all the friends lost.  It's ALL of the beads strung together.   They create something that, in the unendurable, endures.

Many years ago, just after the first child I cared for at the end of his life died, I walked outside a hospital in rural Northern Thailand and I remember being shocked that the cars were still moving, that the world was still spinning, that nothing had changed.  And yet something had changed.  The earth that we live on was without a person.  We were missing something.  We were less than we had been just hours before.  I think that Beads of Courage represent that change.  They remind us of the labor of healing these children and families undergo and the beads make it tangible.  They’re something you can look at, something you can hold in your hands. 

In that moment, staring up at the beads on an IV pole in the dark of night with Journie's name on them – standing next to a sleeping mother and child in the throes of cancer treatment – I felt the uniqueness of every one of these lives and the uniqueness of my own life and I felt grateful – humbled really – that our lives have been intertwined and that I have the honor and privilege of being a witness to the magic, bravery, and the resilience that these young people bring into the world.

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6 comments:

  1. Alic Shook....THANK YOU for being such an AMAZING HUMAN BEING & loving what you do!!! We love you...Brooklynn & Tamisha

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    1. I just saw this! Hearing from you just made my day. Thinking of and praying for you and your family always.

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  2. Wow. Amazingly and heartfelt written. Thank you for sharing and thank you for what you do. Because of your compassion and humanness I am sure you have helped them.

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  3. Alic, you are truly amazing. Children's Hospitals' chemotherapy unit would be LOST without you. I can never thank you enough for your support. Being there and making my daughter Tamisha and my granddaughter Brooklynn's stay bearable. May God continue to bless you. You are a GEM!

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    1. Thank You so much for your kind words. I deeply appreciate it!

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  4. Alic Shook-- you are amazing! Thank you for caring for these precious children. You make a difference every day !!!

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