My little sister is one of the strongest people I know. I remember painful transfers, untangling endless feet of cord and tubing, tying johnnies and fixing hair before we ventured out into the hallway for our hourly walk. By the time Caitlin finished her third surgery everyone working on the units knew her by name. I would talk to Cate about anything to help distract her from the pain and discomfort. It was hard for me to stay strong watching my little sister struggle so much. She would smile and greet the staff as we walked by for the second time but I knew deep down she was going through one of the most challenging periods of her life. I felt helpless and wish I could do more to help ease her mind.
A few years after Cate completed her seventh surgery she came up to me and gave me a big hug. She thanked me for all of the little gestures that made her day a little bit better whether it was going for a walk, adjusting her tray table or fixing her pillows. Despite feeling helpless I was providing my sister with more support then I realized at the time. My sister is an inspiration to me and I couldn’t be more proud of her.