It has been 8 months since I last wrote on Xanga. I guess I am just not a very verbal person......For some reasons, however, I feel that I must learn to better articulate my thoughts on paper, and improve my writing speed.

This is my 8th week as a student in the Hospital for Sick Children. Although I do not have many direct patient contacts, seeing the little ones along the corridors motivates thinking about life. What can I do to help these kids? How their parents feel about having an unhealthy child? Would they rather not have kids if they knew that their child might end up suffering?

Many emotions were brought to light as well. My heart sinks every time I see a chemo child in a wheelchair. Their futures are uncertain, yet they are going through the most exhausting and trying treatment. They have lost so much weight and their hairs have fallen off. Their arms are thin to the bones, and their eyes protrude from their sunken faces. If you manage to glance into their eyes, there seems to be a voice asking, 'Why me?'

On the contrary, your day brightens when you see energetic and healthy children leaving the hospital. These kids are ready to return to school and embrace life to the fullest. Their lives may be changed forever because of the treatment they receive here. When my work gets dreary, I always remind myself about the true purpose behind -- to improve the lives of sick children.