If you’re curious, my last post was fiction, but inspired by a true story. Usually I like to reblog this around New Year’s Eve, but decided to share it with you today.
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December 31, 2008
“Where’s the party?” he smiled mischievously.
His arm stretched out, offering me a party hat. His yellow skin seemed dusky and dark against his beaming, hopeful eyes. Despite his poor prognosis and being on the transplant list, he still searched for a reason to celebrate.
I grinned and gave in.
“Just for you,” I said, pulling the party hat over my head.
Facing the nurse’s station, he glossed over the scene- nurses, nursing assistants, secretaries, and residents all continuing about their work. Bustling along the halls, no one paused, not even for a minute.
“What? No one is celebrating?! You guys are no fun. Everyone is too busy working.” He pushed his wheelchair quietly along the hallway.
In between passing medications, I stopped briefly to toast in the new year with a cheap cup of ice cream.
“Any wishes for the new year?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.
“A transplant” he said. “I know it’s not up to me, and I shouldn’t be involved until they call me saying one is ready..but until then… I’m ready…”
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After the weekend, I returned back to work expecting to see him… but he had been discharged. Or transferred.
I don’t want to pry, but I really hope he got his New Year’s wish.