Have you ever been inside a hospital room?

Specifically, at a children's hospital? The white walls, the sanitizers, and the beeps of multiple machines surround you. They try to hide it with colorful posters and cheery voices, but in all reality, it's still a hospital.

When you live your childhood in and out of hospital rooms, you get used to the system. You get used to the nightly vitals, the beeps of the machines, and the white walls. However, you also get used to the staff. Some are friendly and hopeful, while others seem to only bring bad news.

A few weeks ago, the world heard about the little eleven-month-old boy, Charlie Gard. We heard the endless testimonies about his case, and that there may be hope for him here in America. What we didn't hear was what the staff at the hospital were seeing. The little boy who captured the world's heart as they released the courts decision to terminate life support has died.

Many are blaming the court decision, knowing that their was an experimental treatment in America. The question is, "What else could this child go through? What would his life be like?"

Terminal illnesses are a burden that no one, especially not a young child, should have to go through. Sadly, our world is not disease-free. Some lose their life so early, and it is heart breaking.

Nurses and doctors who take care of patients who are terminally ill are asked to carry a burden that can weigh a person down. Just knowing that no matter what you do, that the end result remains the same, could be the most stressful part of the job.

I find that the strength of a nurse and doctor dealing with a situation like this to be far above that of an average person. To bring just a glimmer of comfort or even hope to a patient is a heavy task.

I respect the nurses who work 12- to 16-hour days, giving everything they can to their patients.

The doctors who go home each night and hug their family, knowing the pain that this life can throw at them.

It is no easy task to be in the medical field. I have been the child in the hospital room. I have received the bad news, and I have been faced with the choices.

My nurses and my doctors were some of the most influential in that time in my life.

I respect the doctors and the nurses who are willing to be there for the patients who are terminally ill or faced with a disease that has no cure.

The work you put in, and the comfort you give your patients, is something to be admired.

When the answers are not sure and the outcomes unpleasant, thank you for being the calm and comforting voices.