After spending so much time at the hospital in the past couple of months it is inevitable that I eventually write something about. I love Children's Hospital Los Angeles, I just hate being there because it means that something is wrong. Spencer is sick. He is not at home filling the space with brilliant laughter and humorous insight. His commentary on the world has dwindled down a few words a few times a day and smiles are even less frequent. He is getting better. Slowly but undeniably.
This place is full of hope. There is the hope of a normal healthy life. It is replete with kids that will experience life because the medical attention they received in the hospital has saved their lives. It is a hospital where families find doctors who love children and treat them with the utmost respect. It is a place where people come broken and leave fixed.
I am a butterfly. I live in the hospital.
I wear a red dress with silver glitter.
I sleep on a little couch made of leaves.