Nc as a few people irl know about this.
My dd was seriously ill in hospital 5 years ago, she had sepsis, a lung condition, her organs were failing... it was fucking awful.
The hospital was about 100 miles away from my home and the rest of my kids.
Dd had an op and was slowly getting better, she was still 19 months old and really poorly though. I had been in hospital for 6 weeks with her by this point and hadn't seen my other kids (they had been passed between various friends for the time).
My other dd was turning 8 so I had to summon poorly dds dad to stay with her while I left to go back because I didn't want 8yo dd to miss out on having her mum for her birthday.
I felt so guilty, it was horrendous.
I got back to my (tiny) hometown, grabbed presents and a cake and a card. Realised at 9.45pm that I didn't have candles. I was already riddled with guilt and felt like I was failing everyone.
Dashed out to the only open shop and they didn't sell candles and were closing in 10 mins. I broke down on the poor shop assistant and snivelled my way through the story.
She gave me some water, called a couple of people who lived nearby and had 8 candles for me within 10 minutes 😭
It sounds like nothing but that was such a light moment of human kindness in such a dark time, I have never forgotten what she did that day.
Dd had a great birthday, my other dd was transferred back to my local hospital a few days later and made a full recovery.