When Hayes was up at Primary Children’s hospital we stayed in the area of the hospital that was just for oncology patients. The 4th floor, ICS wing that was completely isolated from the rest of the hospital to keep the cancer patients safe from others sickness and infection. There was no privacy and personal care became of little importance.
It was the summer after 5th grade. I was a quiet, gangly 11 year old that didn’t like attention of any kind so I tried to blend in. I was unusually tall for my age and had “developed” early. I looked like I was in 9th grade and I hated that because I stood out. I was also painfully shy. I avoided communication at all cost and I am quite certain I didn’t say a word to a boy until I was 16. Basically I was awkward.