Today, I got Starbucks before work. This isn't really important except it means that I approach the medical school from the Rainbow Babies side as opposed to the nursing/dentistry school side. While I walked up the sidewalk, I saw the usual morning assortment of employees and parents of Rainbow Babies patients enjoying their cigarettes. You can always tell the parents because of their air of worry and disregard for any other children they have with them.
One mother brought her son, obviously a patient, with her. He couldn't have been more than seven or eight, and was in a wheelchair, all propped up with pillows. His mother sat no more than three feet away as she smoked. I felt a little touched by the idea that this mother wanted her son to enjoy the lovely morning, even if she did smoke right next to him while he did so.
Then I realized the kid had an oxygen tank strapped to the back of his chair.
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