I am fortunate to receive all of my care from the good folks at Primary Children's Medical Center in Salt Lake City, Utah. I'm 35 but the oldest baby on the planet so they oblige. Actually, all of the experts and surgeons who specialize in my heart's anatomy and birth defect are there. I grew up going to this hospital when it was high up in the avenues up above the state capital and Mormon temple. Now, it is located on the University of Utah campus and next to the University Hospital where a lot of advances in medicine were developed.Every time I go there I am deeply affected by the amount of ill children who I see. They are so helpless and hurting. Many are scared and some alone. I remember being there myself as a child and having the same emotions. But, there could not be a better place and staff to accommodate them and their families. These children bring a special feeling to the center. I believe angels walk the halls and provide a comforting spirit.
I'm also amazed at the advances in medicine since I was a child. When I went last week to have my picc replaced in radiology I saw a hallway with a sign that read "MRI". This was incredible because when I was 13 and dying with a staff infection in my heart we had to travel to LDS hospital in an ambulance to have an MRI. In fact, the MRI had only been there in Utah for 6 months. The full body scan would help doctors locate my staff infection and prepare surgeons which prolonged my life. Also, when I was there 2 months ago in the intensive care a nurse who I had not seen since I was 14 came to my bedside and we had a great discussion. There are many great folks who are still there and they remember the kids.I'm very honored and feel greatly blessed to receive my care from the people at Primary Children's Hospital. As one of their patients I feel like a black sheep among some of God's purest sons and daughters. When you pray this week keep in mind the kids up there in that hospital even though we don't know their names, faces, or stories.
