Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms

by SOLEIL ROUGE
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Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms
Fund clown performance in children hospital rooms

Carole

I’d like to share my view on Soleil Rouge clowns’ work. I am working at Grenoble pediatric hospital. I discovered the clowns during one of their visit in oncology unit. My first thought was to wonder what clowns could bring to hospitalized children. But once I saw faces brightening up with joy and happiness, kids screaming with laughter, I understood it was giving them a well-being, it helped them facing the disease. My opinion on professional hospital clowns then totally changed: I realized their action was essential.

 

Bernard

Hello, I am Bernard, working in a Paediatric unit since 26 years. Soleil rouge clowns bring good mood, cheerfulness and joy in hospital. Those are very special and unique moments for both children and parents that allow them to escape, for some time at least, from hospital routine and care. I especially remember a child, in oncology unit, who was taking a lot of fun playing with the clowns and this joy and good mood spread, in turn, to me. Good mood is catching and it's always a pleasure to meet the clowns, to have a good time and to joke around with them. I believe their work is complementary to medical care and they fully fit into the hospital.

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"Soleil Rouge: Three years ago, without really knowing them, those two words represented for us those clowns who visit sick children in hospital. Those little children who have no hair on the head and who face disease.

When becoming parent, we are very far from realizing that, one day, it is our child that may be lying on this bed in hospital, that it is on our door that these red noses will knock.

When the diagnosis came for David, we had a hard time appreciating the clowns ... David was scared of them and we were angry. Slowly, we understood that, instead of representing disease, they embodied, on the opposite, life and joy of living. They allowed us to say that, despite the distress, the treatments, the infusions, we had the right to smile ... quite simply.

David quickly overpassed his fear and our anger disappeared ... Seeing his face lightening up when he was hearing the clowns coming, or seeing him standing up at full speed in his bed to try to see a red nose or wacky outfit ... it became very clear...

They were our allies, our source of happiness and smiles during chemotherapies. They were our partners during tumultuous pursuit races in the unit, opponents in epic water battles with syringe in the corridors, colleagues of concerts... in short, first choice partners for David.

Thank you for supporting us and giving us strength throughout this difficult fight! Thank you for the smiles and for this particular link that they created with our boy. Long live to this wonderful association! Long live to the clowns!"

David’s parents

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Story from Rosalie, clown in the hospital.

“I am a clown, working in hospital since 11 years, but I am also the mum of a young boy who had to go through several surgical interventions since the first days of his life. I therefore know how difficult it can be when you need to have surgery. Those times are very well managed by the medical teams, but I still know how stressful they are for both kids and their parents. It’s therefore by walking on eggshells that we went as clowns, for the first time, in the surgery unit.

Here is the story of this first experience:

On this day, our clowns had to accompany a young boy to surgery.
We went to his room, introduced ourselves as Doctors Robinet and Rosalie, and pretended we were the doctors who were to operate him. The boy laughed: the introduction went well.
We then disappeared, making a pretext we were looking for a stretcher-bearer (we went in fact playing with other kids).
When the stretcher-bearer arrived, he picked us up and we went together to get the boy: “Move on, we need some space for the king who will have surgery!”. We started a procession. The King and the clowns made a show of funny faces in the lift. In the transfer room, we shared again some magic shows with the family and the stretcher-bearer.
When the anaesthetist came, we tried to be discreet, but Robinet walked on the feet of Rosalie who went one step in arrear and hurt her head on the wall. Everyone laughed of our stunts.
When it was finally time for operation, we were still laughing: “See you later mum, see you later the clowns, you will come back again, right?
The anaesthetist told us, through a nod, he appreciated the show and its impacts on the child that got destressed.

I then understood the full meaning of our project."

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Portrait of Olivier, alias Groom, clown in the pediatric hospital

Who is hiding behind Groom?

An emotional person that tries to express what is happening inside himself. Most of the time, it overflows and I cannot hide behind Groom for long.

If you were an animal, which one would you be?

A sloth, so I would not have to justify myself.

What are the common points between Olivier and your clown?

One does not go without the other. We use the same fuel.

What kind of job did you want to do when you were a kid?

Storyteller of ordinary stories, remorseful trickster, too good dishes taster, bad guys lovely killer, speaker in empty spaces, or extractor of a better world.

If you were not a clown, what would you be?

I would surely miss sensations and trips.

What led you to choose this clown job?

When I was 20, I did not know what I wanted to do, so I got to learn how to live with my uncertainties. Being confused, lunar, out of step, offset, this all are qualities for clowns.
As a clown, I therefore felt comfortable with the others.

Do you think we can laugh at everything?

I prefer the term: laugh with everything. A clown knows he can laugh with everything since, when he plays, he plays “with”.
If a clown is connected with his sensitivity, and that he lives this moment with his partners and public, then I think he can laugh of many circumstances, even the most tragic.

One souvenir of a good time as a clown in hospital?

After a long hospitalization in oncology, a young girl is about to leave the medical unit. Her treatment is over. She is with her mom and they are both happy. They thank the medical staff and offer us gifts that the young lady did by herself. They embrace a mom whose son is still at the hospital and then invite all clowns to enter a happy fray. A sweet perfume of life and gentleness spreads in the corridors. For me, it is an evidence of the strength of the relationship born while she was in hospital; a real slap in the face for what they just gone through.

Thank you for your donations! We wish you a merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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Michael was twelve years old when he was diagnosed with cancer. Therefore, we met with Soleil Rouge clowns in Grenoble Hospital.

Initially he did not noticed them. When the clowns entered in his bed room, Michael lowered his head and stayed focused on his game boy, he looked at them "wrongly", ignored them. Then the clowns were asking me why I had come alone, or where did I have forgotten my son ... I saw Michael lowering his head and smiling. He told me that he did not want to laugh because he was too old for that. He was so busy ignoring them, that the anguish he could feel when he was waiting for a visit or cares disappeared. For me, Michael’s mother, this waiting moment became a "pleasant" moment. I could see the smaller children playing and laughing thanks to the clowns. During the hospitalization periods, the clowns used to come and to say hello to Michael despite his refusal to see them. The code, for them to leave, was: "get out bitch" but not at low voice. The first weeks Michael took a long time to get these three words out because screaming and saying dirty words, even to clowns and in front of me, was very difficult for him. Then, after a certain amount of time, because it was the only way to get rid of clowns, he began to "deliver the code" with more or less anger depending on his mood and the frustration he felt that day. Since then, every time we were in hospital, if it was "the clowns day", the day would begin with a billboard redaction. This game has lasted 20 months! Michael has shown so much imagination for bilboards and clowns to circumvent the vetoes. So we had clowns "hidden" in doctors, dancers, with noses wrapped in toilet bathroom tissue, dressed in "civilian", in shorts and panty, with or without makeup ....
I remember a billboard : “ forbidden to clowns

       dressed undressed

       makeup or not

       with a red nose or another color nose

       girl or boy

       disguised or not

       alone or several

       with accessories or not "

 

During his transplant, the clowns and Michael could see each other through a window, because they could not enter the room, so he was able to taunt them for two months.

He was making funny faces, pulling his tongue…

And, one day, the door was open; the clowns organized a fair in his room. I laughed so much that Michael asked me to stop laughing otherwise they would never leave. As I was still laughing, they said to Michael: “Are we able to throw a roll of toilet paper on your mother?” I received the roll in the face. Michael laughed out loud. After two months of confinement and pain, what a happiness to see him laughing!!! He loved to tell this sketch and did not deprived of it.

For years Michael, the clowns and I became comrades in the struggle . We shared uncontrollable fits of laughter in unbearable moments.

Play and connivance were put in place between us. Their coming in Michael’s room allowed us to forget, for few moments, where we were and why we were there.

It allowed us to create happy moments and joyful recollections. I thank the clowns for all these shared moments and to be here with us parents and children. Their visits are priceless. It is an oxygen breath and happiness for all.

 

     Thank you Soleil Rouge

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SOLEIL ROUGE

Location: GRENOBLE - France
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ANNIE TISSIER
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ANNIE TISSIER
GRENOBLE, ISERE France

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