Last week was my sister’s last round of chemo before she does the radiation dance. Her son from California was able to sit with her on the cold aluminum chair during the last chemo session along with his dad. She was grateful to have a few chuckles with them as she went through the chemo process. I talked to her on the phone today and she told me she brought containers of 3 different kinds of cookies for the nursing staff. She had written a note to go along with the cookies thanking them for their amazing work. She told them that they were the ones who were giving the “medicine” to help the patient’s cancer journey. They were the warriors who dealt with the anger, the resignation, the sadness, the pain and the misery as well as the inevitable crises that goes along with the job. One of the nurses was overwhelmed with gratitude for this kindness.
My sister went on to tell me that she is so grateful that her husband has been there during these sessions. Many of the patients that are there are alone. No one to drive them there or hold their hand as they wait for the “medicine” to go through their bodies and then they drive home alone. Thankfully the staff at the hospital are there for them as they go through their battle.
It truly puts things in perspective.