The Boy with the Red Backpack – Pediatric Resident Álvaro Reza

Article published at: Mar 19, 2025
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My name is Álvaro Reza. I’m a third-year pediatric resident. Matías was one of the patients who left the deepest mark on me. He was nine years old and had acute lymphoblastic leukemia. He always carried a red backpack filled with crayons and drawings he made while waiting for treatment.

The first day I met him, he said,
“If you’re going to give me a shot, at least tell me a joke.”

I made an effort to learn a new joke every day. While I checked his blood counts, he drew doctors with capes and dinosaurs in the hospital. He liked to paint his chemotherapy as a “magic potion.”

Over time, his body weakened. He lost weight, appetite, and energy. Still, he never stopped drawing. One day, he asked me to explain how the heart works. He drew a huge heart with cables connecting it to mine. He gave it to me.

“If one day I’m gone, I want this heart to keep beating for me,” he said.

On June 6, Matías passed away. I was there. His mother hugged me and gave me his last drawing: himself in a spaceship wearing a white coat.

I still keep it. Whenever I feel frustrated, I look at it. It reminds me that even when we can’t save someone, we can always accompany them—and that also heals.

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