If I've learned anything about my multiple stays so far at the hospital, I've learned one thing: there are good nurses and bad nurses. And there is absolutely no in between.
**I do appreciate the work of any nurse. I'm not trying to sound like an ungrateful brat. I understand that it truly is a hard job, but you'll understand why the "bad" nurses deserve the name by the end of this post. These bad nurses are hard to find, and I think they seriously try to be "bad".**
The funny thing is you know right when they walk in if you will clique with them or not. And it's either the best feeling or the worst because nurses have long shifts so you've got at least 12 hours to be dealing with this person. Every time I know a shift changing, I nervously await what will walk through the door.
We'll start with the good nurses. For the most part they are all amazing, but there is a few that I have had that will stick out in my mind that I will probably never forget. The best nurses are always happy. They let you know that you are cared for and that they like you, but they don't over do it. They tell you exactly what you want to know, and they answer your questions, but they don't over answer them. They tell you that you are going to make it and that they believe in you. They bring you water when they notice on their own that it's getting low. The bring a smile to my face every time they walk in, and my smile stays after they leave.
Now we'll get into the nurses that merit the "bad" name. God forbid you ask these nurses a question, because they over answer them and let you know things that you do NOT need to know. I have had nurses tell me that most people with my diagnosis will need a transplant and that if it happens to just "stay positive." WHAT? Why would they tell me that? What does that even mean? Why would they say that if they don't even know I will for sure need it. I've also had nurses plain out say, "You will lose your hair but just stay positive." That's just something that doesn't need to be said. I'm not ignorant. I'm aware that I will most likely lose it. Thank you for bring that to my attention while you stand there with your full luscious locks. Who taught them that those are okay things to say to a twenty-year-old undergoing her first round of chemotherapy? I also had a nurse call my chemotherapy my "pink lemonade cocktail" as she laughed. I just didn't find it funny. It's a freaking bag of poison being injected into my body. You'd think that there would be some kind of common sense, but I guess not.
So there's my rant. It's not easy to be a "bad" nurse, but the bad ones have been bad and negative. They definitely don't belong in the oncology department of a hospital. But despite their comments, I hold on to the memories with the good nurses and their positive thoughts, because you just can't let shit get to you.
Moral of the story: just use common sense before you open your mouth to someone battling cancer. You can't go wrong with healing words and positive thoughts.