I’m having to trust this summer.
I have to trust the doctors to whom my mother’s care is entrusted. Not blind trust, but trust all the same. I still question the doctors, nurses, pharmacy people, physician’s assistants, researchers, etc. I am learning more about my mother’s disease, getting to know the terminology, and trusting that these people know what they are talking about.
I am one of those people that believes less medicine is better. And, yet, I am watching as they give my mother chemotherapy, along with medicine to avoid nausea and vomiting, and this pill for this and that pill for that. With this toxicity being poured into her body, the hospital is trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. I am having to trust that all this medicine is what is best for her, for her comfort, at this time.
I asked my friend who is a pediatric intensive care (PICU) nurse why all the artificial colors and flavors in medicine. Her response was that they needed to make it fun for the kids to take the medicine. These children are fighting for their lives. If it makes a difference to them that the medicine is pink and tastes like candy, then that’s what it will be.
I completely understand that. I really do. I hate the need for it, but I understand it.
I also admire my friend who is a PICU nurse, and the other amazing people who work with those in the hospitals and out of them for their care and dedication.
I am inspired by care.
It is hard, day in and day out, to be cheerful, upbeat, and positive when you caring for other people. And, yet, people like my PICU friend (Melissa) do just that.
I am inspired by them, I am grateful for them. I thank each and every one of them.
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