Catching Hope

Looking for the grace of God that surrounds us

Eat The Frog

“Eat a live frog every morning, and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”

-Mark Twain

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My Favorite Sign

I drive a LOT for work.  I see many odd things while driving.  But my favorite was a sign that read (and I am quoting directly):


If anyone can figure out what they really meant by that, let me know.

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Dumb Things Nurses Say, Part 2

OK, well, I’ve done it again.

This time it was a kid who is in a wheelchair about half of the time.

She was telling me that she was going to be 12 in exactly 3 months.

I said, “Oh, you’re getting old!”

She giggled.

Then I said, joking, “You’ll need a cane and a walker soon!”

Then I realized what a dumb thing to say that was, to a kid that’s already in a WHEELCHAIR half of the time….

she wasn’t disturbed. but i was.  : )

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Dumb Things Nurses Say, version 1

This time, it was a pre-teen girl with cancer.

I went to the house, gave her her medicine, and then as she pulled out and put on her bright green fake vampire teeth and bright orange pumpkin wig (complete with pumpkin stem!) she wanted to know if I’d play Tic Tac Toe with her on her new Halloween-themed tic tac toe board.  (She was the pumpkins, I was the ghosts).  I lost.  Not even on purpose.  She thought that was just great.

Then I went to leave.  She begged me to stay, begged me to call and visit her, giggling the whole time.

In jest, and totally in response to her complete, put-on overreaction to my leaving, I said, “Are you going to live?”

Like a bucket of ice water, mid-sentence I realized what I was saying and quickly followed that with “live…..uh, through my leaving?!”

As she dramatically replied, “No!!!!!” and cast herself, Ophelia-like, on the couch in fake death, I had to laugh at least a little……and then proceed to kick myself for the rest of the night over saying something so dumb to a kid with cancer.  She didn’t seem to mind so much, though–and I was glad that at least for one fleeting moment she was able to be just a kid.

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Another day, another…..monkey?

Friday, October 2, 2009.

1:42 pm:

I am at my little three year old patient’s house.  Mom brings him up from his room where he had been napping.  He sleepily lays down on the couch and stares at me, deadpan expression on his face.

1:44 pm:

Huge smile breaks out on three year old’s face.  Sideways, he looks at me.  And asks,

“Are you a monkey??”

I reply, “No, I don’t think so…do I look like one?”

He says emphatically, “YES!!”

This is the second time now within the past several months that I have been asked by a three year old if I am a monkey.

Should I be concerned?

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