And a good time was had by all. I rather didn’t expect the nurse I mentioned Tuesday to show up, given exposure issues with chemo, and as far as I know she didn’t, but C. was delighted to offer to take care of the shawl for me later; we’re all in this life thing together.
I did recognize one nurse there: another of C.’s co-workers, who’d come straight to the party still wearing her scrubs. I went up to re-introduce myself, although I couldn’t tell you which floor or ward or when I remembered her from, but given what last year was like, that’s not surprising.
She didn’t remember me at all. I was upright and dressed for the occasion rather than decked out in a hospital gown and Eau du IV. I was rather hoping for something like this, where that doctor was just ecstatic at seeing his patient doing the happily-ever-after, but hey. Just the fact that someone recognized her and was healthy now and was glad to see her will, I’m hoping, give her a lift on a day sometime when she might need it.
Their work can be so hard. But it is so important. They need to be told that their efforts matter, and nobody can like a patient can.