Yesterday was a great day at the chemo unit. I had a nurse I’d never had before who was so skilled I barely felt the needle go in. Sigh. Happiness is a good nurse.
Then, for the icing on the cake, a gaggle of my favourite nurses were clustered in the areas around me. I felt like the most popular kid in school with the nurses all smiling and calling, “Hey Sam, how’s it going?”, “See you later Sam.” “Sammy!” (there’s one nurse, who, inexplicably calls me Sammy – it’s quite endearing actually)
I felt enveloped by this lovely group of men and women who take such good care of me and who know me and who make the chemo unit as pleasant a place as possible to be. They all know my name is not Gayle, even though that’s the name on the card. They all know I’m not pregnant. They are not gooey sweet, they are just skilled, good hearted and light-hearted and love to laugh. And they all care.
Aren’t I lucky?