The tunnel which I expected to be dark and unknown,
frightening and daunting.
What I got at the beginning of the tunnel was a team of
people who took my shaking hand, and led me carefully, guiding my path with the
light from their hearts and their dedication to their work.
I was given choice, dignity and the right kind of empathy
tailored just for me and how I was feeling.
As I expected, I fell asleep and felt as if I had only been
away for seconds when I woke on the other side, and although I knew I was
talking in expletives, I couldn’t stop, and they didn’t mind.
My post operative care was a haze....... but one person seemed to
move at normal time around me when everything else in the world sounded like a
slowed down vinyl record….. a male
Student Nurse…’J’…. , who's natural
caring ability and love of his work shone out through my drug induced
haze...... even to the point where I heard him ask my husband if he was ok with
him checking the dressings on my breasts…..
So reassured was I …..I chose him to help support me when I
had my drains removed……
As with any ‘busmens holiday’ Its difficult as a health care
professional, not to watch what people are doing and ask questions…. I was treated with professionalism and humour
and I am grateful for being treated as a ‘person’ as well as a Midwife
So now it’s the next hurdle.. waiting for the results of my
Sentinel Node biopsy, until then I’ll
chill and take each day as it comes….
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