The Dilemma
“I’m sorry,
but there’s nothing else we can do. Our
goal now is to make him as comfortable as possible until the end.” The doctor stood at the child’s bedside,
uttering the words as gently as possible, terrible words that no parent ever
imagines hearing. The tiny, frail little
boy had just celebrated his first birthday
- if you can call lying in a hospital bed hooked up to monitors and
tubes a celebration – and had long ago been labeled “Failure to Thrive.” The disease that raged through his fragile
body during his first year of life had simply been too much of a struggle for
him to continue fighting. He had given
up on his desire to live, and now, apparently, the doctors were giving up as
well.
The harsh
reality is that for every organ that becomes available, there are ten people
who desperately need it. In fact, every
year, thousands of people die while waiting for a transplant.1 Consequently, the doctors and
transplant team must prioritize the few organs that do become available, giving
them to recipients who have the best chance of thriving. In the doctors’ words, “We can’t, in good
conscience, waste a valuable organ on this child.” Ironically, this precious little boy was
currently lying in a bed in a world-renowned hospital in one of the most
medically advanced countries in the world.
But because of his parents’ unwillingness to commit to his care, the
doctors’ hands were tied. They were
unable to allow him access to the one thing that could possibly save his life.
The
Search
As the
doctors arrived at the end of their available options, they realized that they
did have one small ray of hope for this child.
If the Department of Social Services (DSS) could somehow find a family
who would be willing to invest in this child’s life, who would be willing to
commit to his pre- and post-transplant care, then maybe, just maybe, the
officials at the transplant organization would allow him to be placed on the
waiting list.
The team of
social workers and medical professionals convened as quickly as
bureaucratically possible, and decided that there had to be some very specific
qualifications for the family who would care for this little boy:
1. Because
DSS now had legal custody of the child, the family would need to be licensed
foster parents.
2. Because
of the complicated nature of this child’s health, the family would need to have
experience caring for medically-fragile children.
3. Because
an organ for transplant may become available at any time, day or night, and
because the post-transplant risks were so unpredictable, the family would need
to live within close proximity to the hospital.
4. Because
numerous appointments with medical professionals would be required, because it
would be impossible for this child to go to day-care, at least in the
foreseeable future, and because the hospital stays could potentially be
lengthy, the family would need to have at least one stay-at-home parent who
would be dedicated to caring for him.
The list
seemed completely out of the realm of possibility. It would be like searching for a needle in a
haystack, and most likely there would be no family who would meet all of those
qualifications. However, since it was
the only hope for this child’s life, they had to at least try.
The Call
Meanwhile,
on the other side of town, my husband and I were recovering from a long-term
foster placement that had left us physically and emotionally exhausted.2 Still “licking our wounds” from that
difficult experience and trying to regain our equilibrium and reconnect as a
family, we had pretty much concluded that our journey as foster parents had
come to an end. After 14 years of
serving and giving and ministering, it was clear to us that the cost of caring
for other people’s children had taken its toll on us. It was time for someone else to step up to the plate and take on those burdensome
responsibilities!
Doesn’t God
just have a sense of humor?! Proverbs
16:9 says, “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his
steps.” We were planning our new course
with anticipation. Our proverbial bags
were packed, we had mapped out our route, and we were ready to drive down the
highway called Normal Family, leaving the foster care system in our rear view
mirror. We were just strapping on our
seat belts and starting to get comfortable when we received The Call, which
caused our plans to come to a screeching halt. The social worker on the other
end of the line began to describe the dire situation in the hospital just down
the road, and we couldn’t help but be touched by this little boy’s brief, albeit
courageous, life.
She began
to list the requirements for caring for this child:
1. Licensed.
Of all the tens of thousands of compassionate adults in our state who may have willingly
cared for this child in need, this requirement instantly narrowed the field to
several hundred. Foster care licenses
are actually valid for two years in our state, so although we hadn’t planned to
take any more placements, we were still officially licensed with our agency,
and the records showed that we had “an available bed.” Thus, the phone call.
2. Experienced. Of the hundreds of foster homes in our state,
very few are willing or able to care for a child with special needs. Oh, wait.
Hadn’t we just spent the past 2 ½ years caring for a medically-fragile
child? We had gone through the boot camp
version of medical school: learning how
to suction and change a trach, give g-tube feedings, attach a pulse-oximeter
and administer oxygen when needed, and to navigate the sometimes complicated
world of medical professionals. Without
our actually being aware of it at the time, we had slowly but surely, one day
at a time, become “experienced.”
3. Proximity. What are the chances of finding licensed,
experienced foster homes near the hospital?
As it turns out, there were less than a dozen, including us. Ten years ago, when my husband was offered a
position in this state, and during the week-ends we spent looking for a new
place to call home, somehow we thought that we
were making decisions for our future. Indeed
we were, but God, in His sovereignty, was also leading us to the location where
He knew we would need to be. We just “happened” to live within a short
20-minute drive to the hospital that now sheltered this very sick child.
4. Stay-at-home
parent. The recent “Mommy Wars”
surrounding this year’s upcoming election has catapulted the role of stay-at-home
moms into the limelight of controversy.
It’s a role that isn’t always recognized as legitimate, and it certainly
is rarely glamorous or exciting. But I
say without shame that I feel incredibly blessed to be a stay-at-home mom. That it is a true privilege to declare “raising
my children” as my full-time career choice.
I am so thankful that my husband has a stable job and a healthy work
ethic, enabling us to manage on one income.
However, I know that many parents are not fortunate enough to have that option, and must work outside the home in order to make ends meet. In fact, out of the eighty-plus foster homes that our agency licenses and oversees, we were shocked to learn that ours is the only one with a parent who does not work outside the home!
However, I know that many parents are not fortunate enough to have that option, and must work outside the home in order to make ends meet. In fact, out of the eighty-plus foster homes that our agency licenses and oversees, we were shocked to learn that ours is the only one with a parent who does not work outside the home!
As the
social worker and I continued our conversation, it quickly became clear that it
wasn’t really a decision at all, but rather a foregone conclusion. God was calling us to say “yes” to this
precious child. He had reached the end
of the line and the doctors were left with no more options. How could we possibly give up on him? How could we say no to the only opportunity
he may have to thrive?
(Please continue to Part II)
(Please continue to Part II)
1.
www.unos.org
2.
I
shared about that previous foster placement in “The Race”, Parts I, II, and III
at http://psalm1139mama.blogspot.com/2012_04_01_archive.html
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