Just before the elevator doors shut at work the other day, I caught a glimpse of color: the pink ladies pushing the cheer cart. (Sometimes there’s a man.) Most hospitals have something similar, I imagine. Surrounded by so much reality, staff, patients and families alike can get cheered up–however briefly–by ordering trinkets and candy off the cheer cart.
Most of our hallways are beige. Patient rooms are kept plain and sterile, and for good reason. Decorations are kept to a minimum.
The cheer cart has a bell on it, too, to let patients know of its arrival. Standing in one of the long halls, especially around dusk, I have come to see it as magic: the cheer cart rolling in the distance, its tinkering bells signaling to someone that help is on the way.