I am blessed with healthy children, but through my husband, the hospital clown, dozens of seriously ill children have left
Day in and day out, 90 million family caregivers in the United States fulfill a vital role on their loved one's care team. No one else is in a better position to provide comfort and support, to advocate on behalf of the patient, and to ensure continuity of care.
A young sibling trio plays classical music in the subway to raise money for the homeless.
This week, The Pollination Project and our community of Daily Givers supported projects that strengthen our food supply by caring for bees, helping people find culturally-relevant ways to access and enjoy vegan food, encouraging people grow food and teaching people healthier ways to cook.
Part of the reason I chose to give back to younger people is because if I can memorably impact even one person, maybe they
Parents want me to find a way to make the little fever or the last bit of diarrhea go away (which I can't do, sadly) because until it does, they can't go to work. For me as a doctor, it's kind of nuts -- and not the best use of anyone's time, let alone health care dollars.
It's hard not to be angry and bitter when people ask, "So, what are you doing for your daughter's birthday?" So, for now, I will keep writing and selling cupcakes.
People often forget to check in on the parents. They are struggling with exhaustion, confusion and fear. Be there for them by being present to their struggle. Just listen -- they know you cannot fix things. They just need love.
That's where I was for much of last month. Learning many lessons. Cleaning up bodily fluids. Spending a lot of money on Gatorade and Pedialyte. And sending mental apologies to that mom whom I once doubted, because being at work is infinitely better than all this gross nonsense.
He stares at me, along with the photographer and three preschool teachers, as I jiggle the damn stuffed lamb and make it bite my face and bleat and all the while he's firing The Stink Eye at me but it's not even a stink eye so much as it's unimpressed boredom and a tinge of... Is that disdain?
Two days after our twins' premature birth, we found out that our little Eva had severe congenital heart abnormalities. When the hospital staff told me, I could feel my own heart just sink. Our world had changed in an instant, but we didn't have time to catch our breath.
My most recent father-son bonding memory happened quite by surprise. In fact, when I went to bed last night, I never dreamed of the special experience waiting before I even hit my REM sleep.
They have set up the Ryan Jeffers and Family Fund to collect donations. Even so, Jeffers told the Bee that money is not foremost
And so, two day after Christmas, Riley showed up with a big red bag full of toys to hand out at MUSC Children's Hospital
Maine resident Paul Bussiere brought 'Star Wars' character R2D2 to life for children in the pediatric ward of his local hospital