I was wrong about my nurse

Hilarious. She’s perfect for my care.
I remember being so hesitant and annoyed about my oncologist before when I’d first encountered him in the hospital over a year ago. Then, as I was explaining to him my trepidation over chemo treatment, he’d said, “Well, nobody likes to be poisoned,” and that acknowledgment was perfect. Like, don’t lie to me and don’t pretend it’s not what you’re doing to me: poisoning me. But it’s what was going to stop me from dying a very specific way. Truth. I appreciated it so much. I knew he was the doctor to trust the second he’d said that.

My current hospice nurse didn’t have such a specific statement that still rings in my ears and gets me to trust her, but she has that same manner that the oncologist did. I’m seeing that, and I greatly appreciate it. I don’t need the gentle angels, much as I like them. 🥹 I need a care team who gives info to me straight, doesn’t play games or try to baby me, and prioritizes my real wants and needs. (She’s very much like: “This is the problem, and these can help. This is what went wrong, and this is likely why. You’re suffering, so let’s try this…let’s ask the doctor about this, and see if there’s a solution.”)
That’s what I got. I’m very grateful.