I had minimal exposure to nurses throughout the first 55 years of my life.  I did spend a night in hospital when I was 16 having been knocked unconscious in the boxing ring (you should’ve seen the other guy). Bar the odd mandatory injection, I avoided both boxing and nurses for many years after that.

But now ……

You may remember I discussed how my cancer was diagnosed following a fairly innocuous conversation at my GP’s Surgery in May 2010, see blog post ‘Diagnosis – I’m no longer in control’.  That nurse was professional, thorough and she clearly went the extra mile for her patients.  She has my eternal thanks for sending me down a different path in the game of chance that is life.  I often wonder where I would be now had she not ordered the ‘just to be sure’ blood test that ended up being the trigger for my eventual diagnosis of metastatic Neuroendocrine Cancer.  Perhaps she was the thing between me and a hearse?

Following that episode, I have since met many Nurses (male and female) and my respect for them knows no bounds.  I spent around 35 nights in hospital over the period Jul 10 – Feb 12 and most of my memories involve something a nurse has done to help me.

It was a nurse that:

• held my hand when I was in real pain and discomfort during a liver biopsy

• met me on each hospital stay and put my mind at rest with their caring nature and big smiles

• brought me my medicine when it was due 24 hours per day

• carried out observations on me when they were due 24 hours per day

• washed me when I was in no position to do anything for myself

• got me out of bed when I was not able to do it myself

• washed my feet and changed my hospital socks when it was still too sore to bend down after surgery

• did a hundred other things I could list, some of them not very nice jobs

I still depend on them today!  Every 28 days, I rely on them to give me my anti-tumour treatment. And I just love it when I see a specialist or a consultant and there is a Nurse also present.  It makes me feel safer, more comfortable and I’m likely to ask more questions.

Fast forward to 2018, I now have access to a specialist NET Nurse by email or telephone. Mark looks after me and keeps me away from the hearse.

So – to all nurses out there, a big thanks from the bottom of my heart ♥  Not a hearse in sight!

Many thanks and stay safe

Thanks for reading

Ronny

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